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Getting the GED

By: turo69



Part One

Well how did I get here? Bob Tucker, newly retired at 55, not buff but not quite squishy, fairly comfortable, never married and still a certifiable horn dog. An athlete through college and still pretty active, but with an overactive sex drive. My investments and real estate holdings together with a 20 year pension courtesy of our local school district, let me have my first really relaxing summer off in many years.

A dedicated high school English teacher, I didn't have to plan a thing for the fall, sweet! The first two weeks of my summer were spent in Hawaii on Kauai on the southern tip near Poipou. A lot of Milf's and a bit older women that seemed interested but upon further reflection, they were just out to affirm their sex appeal. A couple of quick rolls with a local part-time hooker/massause kept the cock and balls in shape for my next adventure, Thailand. 

My flight to Bangkok had an interesting flirtation with a cabin attendant but nothing further. Oh well, I knew that the next two weeks were going to be a major sexfest. 

Ah, Thailand, I never fucked or shot so many loads in a day since I was a teenager. Morning, noon and usually several times at night, my cock and ego got a workout. A massage before breakfast, a trip to a BJ bar in the early afternoon and one or two bar girls at night was my usual routine. Most of the girls were incredibly hot and I had to fight the temptation to get too serious with a few. 

There was one ladyboy that fooled me until after I came in her mouth. I went for round two and when she presented her ass, saying she was on the rag, I got suspicious. A quick feel confirmed it and was about to throw her out when she showed her submissive side. I gave her a very hard spanking for the deception which only turned her on even more. I squeezed her balls until she was almost in tears and then I ended up plowing her tight ass for all I was worth while she jerked herself off. Interesting and a first for me. I didn't repeat. 

One soapy massage was very memorable. After slipping and sliding around for a while, she ended underneath me and begged for a hard pounding. Man, my cock got very hard and did me proud. We ended up in several interesting positions, some even new for this old fucker. I'm a frequent-flyer a my local massage parlor but never met anyone so athletically inclined as to make herself almost into a pretzel. She couldn't seem to get enough. She was incredibly tight and worked my cock with her pussy muscles.

She was crying tears of joy and could barely speak after I came. I don't think I bruised her but I didn't stick around that day to find out for sure. I know my legs were pretty wobbly and took a few minutes to steady myself afterwards. She was well worth a second trip which was almost as good as the first. Submissive, little cunt got what she deserved and I got what I deserved. I love Thailand. 

The BJ bars were an interesting Asian phenomenon and something I wish was available back here in the states. Sitting around enjoying a cold beer while getting my nuts drained by an unseen girl was definitely something I wanted to do again and again. Talking to some expats and other mongers while we were being privately sucked-off was fabulous and something I'd recommend to any traveler. I think they swallowed every load but, then again, they could have spit it out. Under the table, just a great fantasy time. Who really cares what they do with the cum. For all I care they could bottle it up and sell it. I wonder if there is some market for that. Think about it, cum mixed with spit in a bottle, 3 for $30 bhat, about a buck. I think there might be a market somewhere for that. 

I got home mid-July and needed several days to recuperate. Nancy, my luscious neighbor with a drunk for a husband, barely let me in my house before visiting. I just had to put her off for a while for my cock and balls to catch up with the rest of me. She's the reason I don't spend my days spanking the monkey, her plump bottom is far more spankable. 

Her husband works the night shift and heads straight to the bars after work, leaving a woman in her late forties an easy target for all my needs. Almost every morning before I'd head off to school, she'd be ready and willing for her morning wake-up call. She is one of those rare women who get off on a firm hand to her soft butt and consider that foreplay. 

I had to put gloves on her for a few weeks prior to my vacation so I didn't have claw marks on my back. Her teeth were kept at bay with a ball gag. I should have taken some pictures but she's somewhat reluctant in case her husband ever got wind of them. To say she was aggressive is an understatement. She would be dripping wet after her spanking, always OTK and with a bare hand, she'd be grinding into my cock with every swat and would drop to her knees at the snap of my fingers.

Yes, I'm dominate, part of the reason I never married. After giving her a rump warming and throat massage, we'd hump like monkeys for the better part of an hour until I needed to tend to our town teens education. That story needs to be told at another time.

What I really missed being retired would be all those teenyboppers, in various stages of dress and undress, reeking of raging hormones and flirting with any guy within 50 feet. They certainly kept me on edge during the day. I had way too many chances to dip into that pool, but always kept it reasonably respectable to keep my job, bank account and sanity intact. I don't think I'd have lasted behind bars. What's that expression, 15 minutes in and 15 years to think about it, no thank you. I prefer my partners not needing a daily shave. 

Something caught my eye in the Sunday paper late July, yes I still love the feel and ritual of that to be totally an online reader. It seems that the adjacent county school district was hiring a few English teachers for their continuation program leading to a GED. The pay wouldn't hurt my feelings and would give me a purpose without all that goes into a full time classroom. Two evenings a week for an eight week semester sounded almost ideal for at least a little while. 

Who knows, maybe some little barely legal honey would like to take me on. A guy can dream, can't he. Aren't all twenty-something girls begging for someone their father's age? Just a fantasy of almost every guy on the down side of fifty. Since these girls were beyond the age of consent and not sticking around after the diploma, this seemed to me at least feasible in my perverse mind. 

Fast forward to late September, almost halfway into the program and I have a few students who just aren't ready for finals. I organized group study sessions almost from day one because I knew these were the students who really were eager to get their degree and move on with their life. 

After the Thursday class I was sitting at my desk looking over some of their compositions. I didn't notice Maria-Rosa waiting to talk to me. 

"Mr. Tucker, please I need your help." Her voice shook me out of my comfort zone. Her accent was adorable and was just sultry enough to my liking. She was standing along side my desk, dressed in a very flattering pencil skirt, not too short to be slutty and a loose fitting sweater covering way too much of her body.

"Well Maria-Rosa, what can I do for you?"

"Please just call me Rosa and I'm not understanding these assignments." She could have been speaking Spanish and I would not have noticed, instead I was getting lost in her gold flecked, brown eyes. Why wasn't I aware of them before?

"Mr. Tucker, are you okay?"

"Um, oh yes Maria-Rosa, what can I do for you?"

"I already told you, please call me Rosa and I am not understanding these assignments"

"Oh yes, of course, the assignments, what help have your study partners been?"

She looked at me so dejected, "I don't think the other girls like me because I talk not like them. They rush over my questions and sometimes just ignore me completely."

"Well that won't do at all," I said. "What does your schedule look like tomorrow and into the weekend?" Perhaps there was an upside to all of this, I thought to myself. 

"Well I work as a waitress Monday through Friday during the day"

"What about the weekends? Any time then for extra curricular help?"

She immediately looked down and shook her head. "What's the matter, Rosa?" She could barely get the words out, almost too embarrassed to tell me. 

"I dance on Friday and Saturday nights until 4am to help pay the bills." She was shifting uncomfortably from side to side and unable to make eye contact with me. I could tell she didn't want to talk about it which only intrigued me more. My mind was reeling, dancing until 4 am, I guess ballroom dancing was not what she meant.

There was only one "Gentleman's Club" within 25 miles of here. I took a chance and asked, "Oh, the Kit Kat Club?" 

Well since I am a bachelor and enjoy the look and feel of the fairer sex, I'm not a total stranger to that establishment. I go there usually one or two nights a week but always during the weekdays as the one time I was there on a Saturday night, things were too hectic for me to enjoy myself. The club manager, Tim, has pointed me in the right direction from time to time for some special companionship. I make sure he is well compensated.

Her honey toned complexion turned almost ashen and her eyes got very large. She had this look on her face of almost panic. 

"Yes, the Kit-Kat, how did you know?" 

I just smiled and told her there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Her secret was safe with me but we still didn't have much time available for her study session. I gently suggested that perhaps after her Saturday night shift, I could meet with her and we could go over her classwork so she could pass the course and get her degree. Oh yes my heart was pounding at the thought of arriving early,seeing her on stage, pole in hand, and wearing not much more than a smile.

She said she was generally out of there by 4:15am and needed to rest after her shift. I quickly told her that I had Sunday afternoon plans and the morning would be the only time available. Okay I lied,no firm Sunday plans but I had other plans in mind for her passing grade. Yes, things were definitely looking up for old Bob Tucker. I gently explained that she didn't have much of a choice, either work with me in the wee hours of Sunday morning or she'd have little chance of passing my course. 

She tried to negotiate, but I was firm, and unbeknownst to her, starting to firm up in my pants. Rosa finally relented and agreed to meet me in the parking lot after her shift. Man, this was working out to my favor. She could study all she wanted but I held all the cards. She could either submit to my wanton desires or fail. Either way she was fucked. 

I've always had a thing for Latina and Asian girls, and Rosa would be no exception. I think its something about them being somewhat exotic, in my mind, that I found exciting. I should let you readers know that I think of almost every female as a girl, something in my makeup, keeping them below me, submissive or certainly not on equal status with me. Keep them down and use them rough, it's for my pleasure and if they don't like it, oh well, there's plenty of fish in the sea. 

End of part one.

Getting the GED Ch. 02



Please, in order to have this story make any sense, read Part 1 first, otherwise happy confusion. 





Maybe it was all due to my frame of reference. Hookers and massage girls don't really give you a deep insight to be able to form specifics. I know I shouldn't generalize, but at least some Asian girls could be pretty submissive for the right price. Except for a few trips south of the border, my Latina experiences were pretty few and far between. I can remember one girl who tried to be a real rob in the middle of the deed, but a well placed hand and leg convinced her otherwise. I don't think I gave her any bruises but I didn't stick around to discuss matters with her manager. She got what she deserved and didn't cry too much about it. No screaming or shouting so I didn't even have to gag the cunt.

I was turned on by Rosa and wanted to hop her bones right then but decided to play along with her and make my moves Sunday morning. On Thursday night, 48 hours seemed like forever. Rosa gathered her belongings and I checked out her ass as she headed out the door. Great hips, but I hadn't noticed her helmet before. That would be a great view, legs straddling a hog with her skirt hiked up to her panties. Down boy, wait til Sunday, remember good things come to those that wait. 

Well I could now go home and service my neighbor, jerk off or go out and get something strange. Choices, choices, choices, what to do? I got out my cellphone and made a quick call to Tim over at the Kit Kat. He answered on the third ring and told me that he would call me back in a bit.

I headed home figuring that I'd await his call and then give Nancy a call for a quickie good night relaxer. I was barely in the door when my phone rang. Tim, not quite out of breath but sounding a bit winded, was on the line. It seems like some kid with a phony ID was making some unwelcome advances to a lapdancer. She was trying to maximize her tip and he was trying to plunder her snatch without proper compensation. If only he'd played it slow, he'd be balls deep by now rather than nursing a fat lip and torn pants from being physically bounced from the club. The joys of management. I quickly got to the purpose of my call, what could he tell me about my new friend, Maria-Rosa. The name didn't ring a bell but with as much of a description as I could provide, his memory was quickly refreshed. He was in on her initial hire. She had been recommended by a fellow dancer and he was duly impressed with both her personality and assets, but since he seldom worked weekends couldn't fill many blanks. Her club name was Elvira and word around the club staff was that she was a teaser rather than a pleaser and no one had gotten into her panties. She didn't cause any problems and kept mostly to herself. Not much help but at least it confirmed my suspicions that it would take more than a quick grab to get her going. Tim mentioned some new talent that was in high demand for private sessions. I thanked him and told him I'd see him in a week or so. Note to self, bring his favorite single-malt on my next visit. 

I called Nancy on her cell and got her voicemail. Shit, striking out all over. Time for a quick whack and off to sleep. Friday morning I checked my voicemail and heard from Nancy. She sounded truly sorry to have missed my call but was across town nursing her mom after a nasty fall. She whispered how she was really in the mood for a hard spanking and wanted to feel my cock unload up her ass. She thought she'd be back home on Tuesday morning and hoped I could abuse her real good then. Damn, she's just about the closest thing I've ever had to a steady girl. She can dish it out as well as take as much as I can give. Maybe because she is unavailable that this makes her seem more desirable.

This only got me hornier. I wanted some action now so I headed out the door to my favorite massage parlor. I really didn't have a special girl there as there was a pretty high turnover but I always found a willing receptacle for my swimmers. The owner had a good eye for young and willing girls. A nice table shower, a well place tip and I got a skin on skin massage with a nice slow bare blowjob. She didn't swallow and wanted me to shoot it all over her. I gave her tits a good drenching. Using her boobs, she smeared my cum all over my body and we finished off with a nice mutual shower. I had to pee and started to head out when she grabbed my cock and aimed it towards the drain. As I started to let it flow she pointed my cock up and showered herself with my piss. That got me hard again so she turned around and let me give her ass a dry hump. Not a bad start to my Friday.

I grabbed a bite on the way back to my house to plan my alleged study session for Sunday morning. I figured I'd get to the club around 2 am and watch "Elvira" from the back of the house. This would give me some insight as to her M.O. and give me the first chance to see her body. I figured after her shift we'd head back to my place to study without any interruptions from a roommate or whatever her living arrangements were. I'd give her my address and follow her so I didn't need to take her back to the club to drop her off later in the day. I still wasn't sure how to convince her to let me adjust her grade short of just laying it on the line. I needed to let her know it was a give and take situation with her doing the giving and me doing the taking. Hopefully I could find her buttons and make it enjoyable for her too. I didn't want it to seem too forced but whatever was needed to get the job done. No wining and dining but no wham, bam, thank you ma'am either. Well maybe a little vino to loosen things up. I had a notion that maybe I could make this into something other than a once around the block if I played my cards right and if she was any good. 

I keep a great stock of toys at home, both sexual and for bondage and discipline, as the situation warrants. I guess the old Boy Scout motto "Be Prepared" was my creed too. Sticks and stones my hurt my bones but whips and chains excite me. I never really played the sub part much. A couple of hot switch situations with me starting out giving, a brief switch in the middle consisting mostly of a light spanking and then back to being my usual top self were the extent of being submissive on my part. A few of the girls I've met over the years that wanted more give and take found themselves on the taking end more often than not. I know some Doms like to switch to keep themselves grounded but I don't think I need that very often. Good subs are hard to find, train and keep. The longest I've managed was almost a year, but by then she was getting too clingy and expected too much. WTF would give a slave the idea that she had a choice in the matter? I don't remember any vote being take on this matter. 

Why can't my town have a rental dungeon with a good selection of willing sluts to be on the receiving end of my whims? I know from some of my travels that this arrangement is available in some of the larger West Coast cities. Most of these girls don't mix pleasure with their submission. I've had them tell me that it would make them more like a whore, so what. If I want a good fuck after abusing their bod, then they should be willing to accommodate all my wishes. To me it's just bullshit that I can get one or the other, just not at the same time. Someone could make a lot of money by providing both for those of us that want more from a session than just giving a hot spanking, titty torture, some nasty bondage and exorcising my demons. I've tied up more than my share with a tight rope including between their legs making them sopping wet and then had to find another slut to finish the deed. 

I took it easy the rest of the day Friday. I have a special cleaning service on Saturday mornings. I found this arrangement quite by accident when my washing machine went on the fritz and had to head to a laundromat in my area. On the community billboard was a sheet with tear-off numbers for an independent housekeeper. What caught my eye was that she described herself and energetic and attractive. Why attractive if all she was offering was a cleaning service? This prompted a call from me to investigate further. While discussing her service, keeping it real general, she did mention that her rates were $20 per hour and up. Well this horndog understood her message loud and clear. I asked what she usually wore while cleaning and she asked me what I would like. I laughingly said a French Maid outfit and she said that was on the menu but not at the $20 level. That was all I needed to hear. Since at the time I taught Monday through Friday, I thought a Saturday late morning time would be best. Keeping my options open if it didn't pan out, I said we'd keep it open for return visits. It's been almost six months steady with a break during my vacation and she's more than kept up her end. She is an excellent cleaner as well as a visual treat. On the petite side with smallish tits and an ass that was more than a handful. I couldn't get her to tell me how old she was but my guess was probably early thirties. She dismissed my further questions telling me that it would ruin her plans; just accept that she was beyond legal age. 

During her first session she bent over and rubbed her butt into my crotch. I grabbed her hips and whispered in her ear that I understood the meter was running at a higher rate and I was willing to play. Since then there were other outfits such as harem pants with a sheer top. The very best to date was a full cheerleader costume from the high school where I taught and she played the role as a wayward student trying to earn enough money for her first car. Damn that was hot. She neglected her panties that day and had me so turned on that I came twice within the hour. She kept up the dialogue calling me Mr. Tucker and asked if Mr. Tucker was interested in any of the other girls from the cheer squad. She painted a scenario of her horny chums coming over and fucking me senseless. Ah, if only it were true, but that is the fun thing with an active mind. 

I took a nap Saturday late afternoon with the thought I wouldn't get much rest until late Sunday afternoon if things went according to my plans. If not, some poor bitch at the massage parlor would be in for a rough fucking. 

I set my alarm for Midnight and was up on the first buzz. I showered, shaved and put on something nice to fit in at the club. I got there a bit after 2 a.m. and kept a low profile sitting towards the back row. With no sign of Rosa I accepted a few lap dances without giving in to the suggestion of the Champagne Room. At the next break the DJ asked for us to give it up for Elvira, the Latin bombshell. She slowly made her way onto the stage and, true to my expectations, was as shy as a stripper could be. Her body was smoking, nice large natural boobs, a tight waist with as hot an ass as I thought. I rejected a few girls as I concentrated on her moves onstage. Towards the end of her set a cutie plopped onto my lap without even asking me if I'd like a go. With her aggressive nature and bouncing butt, this got me going. Soon I was sliding my hands up her legs heading for her prize. She pushed me aside but kept grinding back. Asking if I liked what I saw onstage, I said yes. She said too bad, it was a no-go but she'd more than make up for it if I wanted to play. I turned her down and I could tell she was pissed. Why not she asked? Obviously I couldn't tell her the truth, so I made up an excuse that I was a bit short-funded this evening. She got up hurriedly and made her way back to the side stage door. I waited another 15 minutes but Rosa never headed out to the audience. That seemed strange as the dancers made their money from bouncing from lap to lap after their set. I chalked it up to fatigue on her part and her wanting to be rested for our study session. 

I gave her another few minutes and then headed out to my car to wait for the end of her shift. Promptly at 4:15 she came out the parking lot doors and looked around for a car that matched the description I gave her. Too many beige Toyota's in the lot tonight, so I got out and signaled her over. She didn't have a helmet with her so maybe she had a car too. That would make some sense as the streets could be rough on a single girl out on a Saturday night. She walked over, smiled and thanked me for helping her. Ah, if she only knew my real intent, she wouldn't be smiling. She said her bike was in the shop and would it be okay if I drove her back home after our session. Sure I said, a bit perturbed with the change of plans but willing nonetheless. 

We started off and after a few miles a motorcycle overtook us. The leather clad driver swerved in front of me and I felt that the bike was slowing down. Strange I thought, why the slowdown. The brake lights came on and I had no room to maneuver around. Without my being aware of her actions, I felt Rosa press up against me and she began rubbing my leg. Now I was torn between the biker's actions and Rosa's wandering hands. The biker stopped and as I attempted to pull around him, Rosa reached up and killed the engine. Oh shit, what was going on?

End of Part 2, look for Part 3 in a few days.   



Getting the GED Ch. 03



Please, in order to have this story make any sense, read chapters 1 and 2 first, otherwise, happy confusion dear readers. 

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I concentrated on the biker approaching my car but kept an eye on Rosa after she killed the engine. FUCK, what was that sharp jab in my groin. Things were getting fuzzy and I heard my car doors being unlocked. Strange voices, sort of distant and not very clear. Blackness...

Rosa's story

All I wanted was to get my GED and not be hassled. I didn't like how Mr. Tucker was staring at me. I felt his eyes trying to undress me and then for him to know about the Kit Kat Klub was really bothering me. On the ride back to our apartment Thursday night, I was pretty upset and hugged my lover tight. The motorcycle was bucking a bit but I held on and pushed my helmet close. The smell of the leather, together with the bit of chill in the air was all I needed right now. 

Once upstairs in the apartment, the questions started in, what was bothering me and why did I seem sort of shaken up? I just started speaking and I let it all pour out. I said how I thought Mr. Tucker was manipulating me and going to use me like a puta barata Sunday morning. I didn't think studying was what he had in mind. We talked as I sipped some tea, and felt so much better after voicing my concerns. 

I was here in America illegally and just wanted to stay low and get something better than being a waitress and part-time stripper. I hated having to go out into the crowd after my dance set. The men just wanted to maul me and get their rocks off. I didn't like that, but the money was good. No one got into my picha unless I wanted them there. These men, so full of booze and stinking of sweat, didn't have a chance with me. 

My lover was almost all I needed. As her girl, I did what she wanted me to do and she kept me happy. But now this Mr. Tucker wanted his turn with me. What should I do, Jana? Please tell me how I am going to get out of this mess, think of something for me.

"Rosa, listen to me carefully. This Mr. Tucker is like so many other men. They get you trapped in a situation and then think they can just use you all they want. I've got a better plan."

"We're going to get him before he can get you and if things work out my way, he'll give you the grade and maybe even something more."

Jana asked me what I knew about Mr. Tucker. I really couldn't say because I don't know him. He's an okay teacher but learning how to write English is hard for me right now. I know when he was staring at me and not listening to me, that he was not to be trusted. 

Jana then explained her plan. We'd work as a team, get him into his place and see what happens when he wakes up. It was up to him how easy or how hard this was going to be. 

Since you know what kind of car he drives and what he looks like, Jana said, she would have one of her friends be in the parking lot and hopefully spot him. If he headed in early to check you out, her friend would let her know. Jena's scheduled to work Saturday night too, so it would be easy for her to find him while I'm on stage. Most guys don't pay that much attention to the girl on stage from the back of the house, they're too busy checking out the girls bouncing around, hoping to get their dicks sucked or maybe get a hot fuck in one of the private rooms. If some guy that fits his description comes in and doesn't want to be seen by me but is really checking me out, then it's probably him. If he's horny and turns down an easy fuck, then he's probably got some other plans for his dick. Men are so predictable. 

My job was to distract him enough on the drive to his place while Jana gets him to stop his car. She'll give me a needle of something she says will knock him out for a bit and we can bind his arms and legs in the backseat of his car. I don't drive so Jena will have to hide her motorcycle in the bushes and drive his car to his place. I hope he doesn't live like on the third floor with no elevator like we do. Jana's story

I've known Rosa for about a year and have had the hots for her as soon as I saw her. I was in my local supermarket picking up something quick to eat before my shift at the Kit Kat Klub. She was in the freezer section, bent over checking out something on the first shelf. I stopped and looked her over and when she stood up, she smiled at me. Her nipples were poking out from the cold air and when she saw me looking at them she broke out in a wide grin. She asked if I liked what I saw and I was almost speechless. It's not the easiest thing to find a girl that plays on my team in this town. I said something cheesy and she just laughed. I wouldn't let her get away, not someone this hot and friendly. I asked her if she'd like to get a bite to eat since we looked like we were looking for something easy to fix.

We ditched our baskets and headed out for a local burger joint. I may be tough but I fell in love, or maybe lust, that night. We were talking for what seemed like only minutes but actually was almost two hours. I said I had to split to get to work and when she asked me what kind of job started this late, I blushed. I told her about the club and how easy the money was, if you didn't mind the bastards feeling you up for five or ten bucks. I didn't tell her about everything that goes on there, no sense scaring her off before we really know each other. 

It turns out she lived about 2 blocks from the restaurant and I lived about three blocks in the other direction. We exchanged numbers and a promise to get together and really get to know one another the next day, which was Saturday. 

I got back from the club about 4:30 in the morning, crashed for about 6 hours and called her around 11am. I told her I'd grab something from a local deli and bring it over for lunch if she'd like. She said yes almost before I got the words out of my mouth. After lunch we spent the next seven hours pleasing each other. I'm just a bit taller than her, not nearly as busty and my ass looks almost flat compared to hers. My mouth and hands got to work on her and her delicious pussy and I didn't mind if she just laid back and enjoyed herself. She has a nice protruding clit that begs to be sucked and licked. I love doing that while holding her down. She started in with soft moans and it built up from there. 

After several hard orgasms, I wasn't really counting, she said it was her turn to make me happy. Rosa began by working her mouth all over my face, licking up any stray juices and turning me on even more. She licked, sucked and fondled me from head to toes and had me squirming for relief. Her fingers and mouth had me cumming in just a few minutes. She wouldn't stop until I finally told her I had to get to work. We didn't even get a chance to trib, which I absolutely adore doing with someone as juicy as Rosa. I left happy and she moved into my place the next week. Best choice I've made in years. 

I like my girls really soft and curvy. Rosa was my dream girl and while I really didn't want to turn her into a stage monkey, we could still use the money. I brought her into the Kit Kat late one day, and the guys said yes on the spot. She's not all fucked up like some of the girls, her sweetness glows and while she's shy about exposing herself, she'll do most anything I ask of her. Sweet and submissive, a perfect combination. 

When I picked up Rosa after her Thursday night class, she held onto my waist like I was the last girl on earth. The ride back to our place didn't take too long but I felt something was wrong. We got upstairs and she was a wreck. We talked and sorted out her problem and I told that this was now our problem. We are a couple, and any problem that one of us has, becomes a joint problem. I wouldn't let this asshole get between us. We fuck who we want and when we want, we're both bi and adults but we save our love for each other. I put together a plan that should work out to our advantage. The key to the whole thing was getting Mr. Fucker-Tucker out cold quickly as neither on of us were real fighters.

I'd heard about some combo drug from one of the girls that had used it to quickly sedate some overly aggressive asshole that she'd met. We sex-workers stick together. It's unreal some of the shit we have to deal with just to make a buck. I've worked the streets, done the masseuse bit and now strip and hump for a living. I hated standing out in the cold waiting to suck off some loser, never knowing if he was going to pull a knife and carve me up or, even worse, bust me for soliciting. Great choices, give me the club life anytime. I'd thought about moving to Nevada where at least where it's legal, but the Kit Kat is good for me right now. The managers know what's going down, pardon the pun, and watch out for us girls. It's not easy, you still have to watch out for the weirdos but you can kind of sort them out while grinding on their laps. I didn't want to kill Tucker, just fuck him up for a bit.

Saturday night couldn't get here soon enough. I wanted to make my Rosa happy and as long as Tucker held her grade over her, she would be miserable. That night things went like clockwork. Little Susie was off that night and owed me a few favors. She waited in the parking lot and spotted him and his beige Toyota when he drove in. Susie came inside and told me who to look for. He came in and hung around the back until Rosa went on-stage. He quickly took a seat and his eyes were glued to her every move. This was him alright. I gave him a while to really get turned on and planted myself right on his lap. I usually ask first but that would give him a chance to reject me outright. I needed to know if he wanted to get his rocks off or was he saving himself for my Rosa. The bastard gave me some song and dance about being short of money. Hell, we've got two ATM's that get a workout every day so this was just pure bullshit on his part, and I knew it. 

After he gave me his story, I went backstage and told Rosa it was a go for my plan. She was scared about messing up but I gave her a hug and a kiss and told her to trust me and relax. She headed off to get dressed and chill out. She told our manager that she had a headache and couldn't deal with the crowd anymore tonight. 

Now to put this plan into action. 

Stay tuned for chapter 4 



Getting the GED Ch. 04



Please, in order to have this story make any sense, read the first three chapters. I submitted chapter 3 about 3 weeks ago and it is still "pending". Hopefully this will be published after Chapter 3 is approved. 

Chapter 4

As Bob Tucker slumped over the steering wheel, Rosa reached across and unlocked the door for Jana. Jana unhooked his seat belt and started to push him over to the passenger seat, as Rosa exited the car and hopped into the back seat. Once Jana restarted the car and pulled it safely off the two lane road, she got out, retrieved her messenger bag and started to move her motorcycle into the bushes to retrieve it later. 

Just as she was remounting her bike, another car approached from the rear and illuminated the whole scene. Rosa got scared as the other car slowed down. With Tucker unconscious in the front seat, things wouldn't look right if a Good Samaritan or worse yet, some law officer stopped to offer assistance. The car pulled over to the shoulder of the road and stopped in back of the Toyota. Out popped Little Susie from the Kit Kat Klub. She was all smiles as she had a feeling that something big was going down with her buddies and she wanted to be in on the action. Watching Rosa get into his car in the parking lot and Jana following a safe distance behind on her bike, intrigued her. This could be fun she thought.

Jana reassessed her plan with Susie's arrival, and, with Rosa and Susie helping, pulled Tucker out of the car and stuffed his body into the trunk. Jana had retrieved his wallet and looked at his license for his home address. Between the three of them they were able to figure out where he lived. Jana finished ditching her bike and with Susie following, they made it to his place in a matter of minutes. 

It was a nice single story rancher in an area of like homes and using his door control she was able to guide his car into the garage safely. Susie parked around the corner and slipped into the garage just before the door closed. The neighborhood was very still at a bit before 5a.m., and they didn't want to attract the attention of any neighbors. 

The women dragged his body into the house and Jana quickly stripped off his clothes. With her messenger bag at her side she methodically went to work on him. First she applied a couple of layers of gauze over his cock and balls and then out came two rolls of stretch self-sticking bandage. With Rosa and Susie looking on, Jana, with an evil grin, tucked his cock between his legs so that it was mashed firmly into his balls and then got down to the serious stuff. Wrapping his cock so that it was totally immobilized and tucked away, Tucker ended up looking like he had no cock at all. She then produced some very long zip-ties and locked his hands behind him. Taking a blindfold and some ear plugs out of the bag, she isolated his sense of sight and hearing, making him reduced to their involuntary play toy. She looked up and asked Rosa to turn up the heat in the house so, being naked, he wouldn't get too cold. Taking out a ball gag and roughly jamming it into his mouth, Tucker was totally under their control. Rolling him onto his stomach, she reached into her bag and started to giggle. Out came a rather serious looking butt plug and some lube. 

"Rosa, would you like to do the honors?" The three women just started laughing at the sight of him.

Little Susie's was taking this all in but still had no idea what this was all about. All she cared about was Jana's sweet smelling pussy and if she could share her with Rosa. Jana quickly filled her in on what and why they were doing there. 

After lubing up his ass, Rosa forced the eight inch plug up his ass. The finishing touch was binding his ankles so that he couldn't even walk on his own. Finding a rolling desk chair by his computer was a stroke of good luck. With the other two women, they were able to hoist him up onto the chair and duct tape him to it. 

With him firmly immobilized and with Susie standing guard, Jana and Rosa went into his computer room to see if they could log on and see more of what Tucker was up to when he wasn't teaching. Jana grabbed another chair and turned on the monitor. "Cool" she exclaimed, "it's on and not even password protected."

Pulling up a browser, she went right to his on-line history. Living alone meant that he had nothing to hide from anyone and didn't try to disguise his actions. There was a wealth of sites that he hadn't cleared from his history in weeks. Straight porn sites, scantily clad teen girls in thongs and yoga pants, but mostly male domination over youngish girls. Some sites involved pissing and even one where a guy was dumping on some helpless girl. There was quite a few sites with heavy cumshots, facials and bukkake. When she went over to his bookmarks, her eyes widened. While she was very street smart and almost nothing fazed her, his tastes were almost more than she could stomach. There were some really rough sites involving torture, wax, cutting and one even featured snuff clips. What an asshole,she thought. 

This was more than enough for Jana to put together some plans to make him pay for his transgressions. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that he had some really evil intentions with her Rosa and he was going to pay big time. 

As 7 a.m. clicked on his digital clock, he was just starting to make some noises and stir around. Dipping her fingers into her pussy, Jana rubbed her juices onto his upper lip. His nose twitched and you could see him flex his hips as his cock tried to harden. Pinching his nipples and rubbing his crotch just made him squirm in the chair. This bastard was going to get what he deserved. With the butt plug firmly planted and his cock tucked away, it was time to play with their new toy. Jana began to massage his legs softly right up to the bandages. A quick squeeze and Tucker responded with his body reflexively but was still not totally awake. Over the next thirty minutes the woman took turns rubbing, scratching him lightly with their nails, assaulting his nose with their juices, anything to get a rise out of their bundle of bound manly flesh. 

Removing an ear plug, Rosa wished him a good morning. He jerked his head in recognition of her voice and started to struggle. The butt plug really made it difficult for him to move too much. He would try to rise up but was forced back down by their collective hands. She motioned for Rosa to plug up his ear so they could talk over their next action. 

Jana left little doubt that she was in charge but was happy to hear her friend's ideas. She was doing all this as a reaction to his presumed actions against her lover Rosa. While being dominate came as second nature to her, she had very little interaction with Rosa along these lines. Some light spanking and teasing was all they had engaged in. Rosa had not done much playing of any of these games except for some C&B torture a few times with the same client in a private room at the club. It had excited her at some inner level but she was clearly out of her element with what Jana was doing. 

Jana knew that Little Susie was a natural switch and had a real kinky side to her. Susie was openly rubbing her clit being stimulated by the hapless state of Bob Tucker. She would go along with anything that Jana proposed, it was all foreplay for her. While still having the unrequited hots for Jana, she still loved to make boys cry before getting their reward. If they didn't cum, too bad for them. She was happy just playing around. Jana knew about Little Susie's feelings towards her but just strung her along, never giving her anything more than an occasional visual stimulation, pinching her nipples, flashing her pussy and letting her sniff her thong after some lap dances. Jana just enjoyed pushing Susie's buttons and keeping her unfulfilled.

With Tucker finally fully awake and squirming, Jana put the next part of her plan in action. Cutting the duct tape and getting him up off the chair they leaned him against the wall and with that, she took out both of his ear plugs. He wasn't even sure where he was or who he was with other than that Rosa was there. He knew there was at least one other person but had no clue to either their sex or intentions. He wanted to just buy his way out of this torture but couldn't even speak at this point. That butt plug was something very new to him and since it's been jammed up his ass for several hours, he needed to take a shit and a piss pretty soon. Jana motioned for Rosa to reach between his legs and twist the plug. Judging from his on-line tastes this had to be really uncomfortable for him. 

Rosa began laughing at his helplessness as she fiddled with the plug. "Poor Mr. Tucker, don't you like your new amigo up your coulo? Too bad we don't have a bigger one that you could enjoy." 

He was trying not to struggle and let on how much he hurt. He figured whomever was out there wanted to see him in pain. He figured this had everything to do with his plans for Rosa but didn't know what was going to happen next.



Getting the GED Ch. 05



Please start with Chapter 1 to have this make any sense. Don't try this at home unless you enjoy kink. 

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"Well Mr Tucker, it looks like you're the one being tested and you don't look like you've studied enough to pass this exam." Rosa giggled. "How are you going to pass if you don't try harder? Poor Mr Tucker, please tell us what you want to do."

The look on Tucker's face was priceless. While he was still blindfolded and ball-gagged, his face contorted and he looked like he was going to cry like a baby. Once again Rosa gave the butt plug another twist as it seemed like she was really getting into teasing and torturing him. The last twist got to him with a jolt and he peed on himself as his bladder could take no more. The urine soaked his cock bandage and started leaking down his legs. Jana gave him a slap to the face and scolded him for his action. She hauntingly told him that he should have told them he needed to use the toilet, but of course that was an impossibility given the ball-gag firmly jammed into his mouth. His mouth had long gone dry, his ass ached from the plug, and he still needed the toilet to relieve the pressure from the plug and had so many questions he wouldn't know where to start, if only he could speak. 

Jana reinserted his earplugs and together, the women pushed and dragged him into the bathroom and plopped him onto the toilet. Jana told little Susie to pull the butt-plug out but don't be too gentle doing so. His soaked bandages were still wringing wet as Susie gave the plug another twist and a tug taking it out about halfway. Tucker gasped as he felt the plug exiting his poop-chute and the backed up pressure of the massive dump that had built up behind it forced it out the rest of the way. It plopped noisily into the bowl and the sounds and smells emanating from his rear were almost more than the women could stand. They laughed at him as he once again could not hold his piss and flooded his bandages again. He slowly started sobbing as he felt his stamina slipping away. Jana turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. It was time to bathe their captive and take his sinking esteem to the next lower level. While still on the commode, Jana cut the ties around his legs and arms. Pulling out one earplug, Jana instructed him to get on his knees and fish around the bowl for the butt-plug. 

Just hearing another woman's voice, other than Rosa, excited Bob Tucker but not in a good way. He still was unsure how many people were holding him captive and although his arms and legs were now unbound, he was demeaning himself further by rummaging through his crap feeling for the plug. Once he had retrieved it, he was dragged over to the sink and told to drop the plug in the sink. The proximity of the toilet and sink led him to think of his own house and that may be a clue to his location. The shower running in the background seemed to be on his left which would be right if it was his bathroom.

Just as he was trying to determine the layout, he felt the earplug being jammed into his ear bringing the silent solitude that he was growing to fear. As he was hoisted onto his wobbly legs, his arms were forced behind him again and quickly bound. He was spun around several times completely disorienting him. On the last spin he felt the spray hitting his body and he was forced over the threshold and into the shower. He slumped backwards trying to support himself as his legs gained some strength. Jana quickly disrobed and got into the shower. She pressed her body next to his and freely rubbed her tits against him. The elasticity of the flexible bandage was still holding firm leaving his cock tucked in place. Again his body was betraying him as he felt his cock try to harden as he was being stimulated by this stranger. He was pretty sure it wasn't Rosa as the breasts seemed smaller. But given his temporary bindings, he wasn't quite sure of anything. All he knew was his cock was trying to swell and it hurt from the restrictive bandages. The shower felt weird as it really didn't provide any relief from his predicament. Suddenly he felt a washcloth dig into his butthole. The roughness of the texture and the force being applied brought little comfort to his abused hole. This brought to mind how he used to love to butt fuck some of the whores he had abused over the years. He wished he could talk to hopefully bribe his way out of this, but that was one of the areas where he was still restricted.

As the water flowed over him and the bandages, the stench from his own urine left and he felt better for that. Just as he was feeling stronger the water was abruptly shut off and he felt some towels being wrapped around him. He was being pulled from the shower and put onto the chair and spun around again. This was very confusing to him and pushed the thought of trying to escape further from his mind. 

He was slipping deeper into total submission without even fully realizing what was being done to his mind. The physical side was a given but he was readily becoming their slave. As the chair came to a stop he felt himself being dumped onto a bed and was quickly rolled onto his stomach. With his rear fully exposed but still wet from the shower, he started to tremble. The plug had invaded him in ways that even he did not fully understand. It had affected his psyche as much as his macho pride. If only he could speak, make himself heard, he was sure that these people could be bought off. 

A new sensation was being felt around his ankles, rope. The bindings holding his legs together were gone in an instant and his legs were being forced apart by the rope. Lying on the bed on his stomach with his legs bound and his hands behind him scared him even more. The sensory deprivation formed by his blocked vision and hearing together with the other limitations forced onto his body, was rapidly taking its toll. He felt everything slip away as he awaited his next abuse. There was no movement on the bed except for the occasional jerking from his towel clad body. With his butt exposed, he kept waiting for something, what it was, he did not know. 

Meanwhile Jana had gone to her messenger bag and retrieved something but kept it wrapped away out of sight from both Susie and Rosa. This piqued their curiosity but they didn't want to spoil Jana's plans. Instead of going directly back to the bed and the bound Bob Tucker, Jana headed to his closet looking for his toys. She was positive that he must have a stash somewhere and the bedroom closet seemed the likely place. Oh, she was not disappointed with his collection. Nipple clamps, thumb screws, alligator clips, several ball-gags, dildos of various sizes and configurations, blindfolds and numerous homemade devices tumbled out of their storage box and onto the floor. Further examination of the closet led to a nicely folded batch of nighties and thongs. They didn't appear to be his size so they must be for his "victims", willing or unwilling, it really didn't matter to her. She was sure that over the years he had found willing slaves as she had also. What she was also pretty sure that he had used some force from time to time to get what he wanted and what they were doing was giving him a taste of his own abuse. Given his taste in visual stimulation provided by his choice in websites, force was part of his nature. 

Jana asked Rosa and Susie to fetch fresh towels to dry their toy off further. As they slid off the damp towels, they gave his bound body a through rubbing. They varied their technique between very soft to hard. A couple of jabs to his ribs brought him back to the reality of the situation. A hand was now between his spread legs, groping his bound member. Twitching and swelling but unable to achieve a full erection made him twist and churn away from his captors. As quickly as the action had started, everything ceased. For almost a full five minutes he just laid there, it seemed like an eternity. Now slowly a few drops of lube fell onto his orifice sending chills across his body. He started to squirm in fear as the thought of the much hated butt-plug raced through his mind. He wasn't sure if he was strong enough to withstand that again. The rocking of the bed told him that someone was between his legs. He felt a woman's hand, at least he hoped it was a woman, caressing his thighs, up she went ever so slowly, completely avoiding his nether region. Now the massaging was surrounding his exposed buttocks. Thumbs rolled down the crease and teased at his asshole. He didn't find any pleasure today at something that usually brought him to a quick cum. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason behind the rubbing; was he being toyed with or was there a real purpose to this teasing? His mind was reeling, trying to sort out all this activity. This was Jana's intention, breaking his will and subjugating him to their desires. 

She asked Rosa to hand her two long strands of rope and she roughly knotted them around his wrists. She reached down and retrieved her knife to free his still-bound hands, only to hop off the bed and pull apart his arms completing the spread-eagle position. Again he started to whimper and shake; he was clearly scared and unable to hide it. The three women leaned forward and teased at his prone body. Susie reached underneath him and pinched a nipple. This brought a rapid response as intended but what they didn't know was what was going through his head. How many times had he done almost the same thing to countless women? He loved their reaction when he did that, the quick startled twist and yelp was something he thoroughly enjoyed; now it didn't seem pleasurable at all. What was happening to him,was he finally realizing what he had done over the years and was there any atonement for his past deeds?

Once again, all activity stopped, leaving Bob Tucker alone with his thoughts. The silence and solitude were becoming more painful than the actual torture. He was facing his unknown demons long trapped in the recesses of his brain. This was totally new to him. He rarely felt any guilt or remorse for his deeds over the years. This was how he acted and he really seldom cared. Women had almost one purpose in his life, to fulfil his desires and rarely more. His mind was wandering all over the place. Who could save him from his captivity? He had no close friends or family that would miss him. Nancy, his neighbour, was really the only one that even seemed to care if he was alive or not and that was just for his cock. She was away until Tuesday morning and he reckoned it was still Sunday, perhaps late evening, he didn't know. He had been out cold for several hours he thought while being transported to this location, his stomach told him that he was hungry and he needed something to drink to cure his dry mouth. How long was he lying there, he tried to think clearly but was too overwhelmed with this thoughts to sort it all out.

Chapter 6 should be posted shortly



Getting the GED Ch. 05 and Epilogue



Poor Bob Tucker, laying spread-eagled, unknowingly, on his own bed. Incapable of movement, sight or sound except at the whims of his captors. There were several of them, he deduced, from the hands he felt on his abused body. At least two were women, Rosa and someone else. Someone who had no qualms about roughing him up, using him at her will. But who and why remained unanswered. He tried to concentrate on his surroundings but with very limited senses, this was almost impossible. 

Now his head was being held as he felt the ball gag being removed. His jaws were almost locked open and his facial muscles ached from the unnatural force of the gag. Water was slowly being dripped into his mouth, gratefully his tongue lapped at the welcome moisture as he rolled it around his mouth before swallowing it. It had been many hours since he had anything to drink and these meager drops, while very welcome, were hardly satisfying. The thought of sitting up right now and holding a glass of water in his unbound hands seemed so far away from his current reality that he almost cried at the thought. Where was Bob Tucker, master of his own universe?

Once again he felt movement on the bed. He wanted to speak, ask, question, but all that came out were groans. Now the ear plugs were being removed. He could hear again but was met with silence, almost no background noise, nothing, no clues to help him figure out his whereabouts. Being rolled over, two hands were on the small of his back, one massaging down the crack of his ass and distracting him from thinking what the other was doing. The other hand held a permanent marker and the word "SLUT" was being penned across his back with an arrow pointing to his asshole. All he cared about right now was that there was no butt plug about to be shoved up his ass. The pen was flipped onto the bed, making no sound, and that hand was now, too, between his cheeks. He felt a small finger encircling his abused hole as he involuntarily clenched his sphincter. He was involuntarily being rolled onto his backside and propped up again. 

Now more water found its way into his mouth, momentarily distracting his thoughts. It was bizarre how something as simple as water had a profound way to take over his thoughts. It was as if he was only capable of one thought at a time and that was survival. Susie was very carefully administering the water as Rosa and Jana left the room. Jana had told Susie that if Tucker spoke, do not answer him or make any unnecessary sounds. Rosa was finally shown what Jana had taken out of her bag. A strap-on harness with a six inch dildo, very lifelike in shape and texture to a man's cock. Jana quickly strapped it on and knocked on a door simulating someone else entering the captive's lair. She opened and shut the door and together with Rosa made sounds as if there were many people out in the hall. 

Suppressing outright laughter, the two women reentered the bedroom. Susie turned her head, gasped, and almost spilled the remaining water all over. Retrieving the lube before climbing back onto the bed, Jana roughly flipped him over again and positioned herself between Tucker's legs. Coating the cock-like tool with ample lube, she lined it up with his reluctant butthole. Not knowing what to expect or even who was behind him, he started to shake. Rosa went to one side of the bed while Susie stood on the other and together they forced him even further down on the mattress. He started to twist in anticipation and felt the end of the dildo nudging its way in. The girls increased their hold to reenforce what was happening adding more fear to the attack. Jana grunted deeply and plowed her way inside his cavity. Still sore from his earlier encounter, Tucker winced and shouted out in pain as tears started flowing from his eyes. The women were trying hard no to laugh out loud at this helpless hunk of flesh under their command. 

"Please no-no-no" was all Tucker could say as Jana began fucking him in earnest. The words came out but with little force and his strength and will were almost totally tapped out. Whomever was fucking him seemed almost brutal in the force and rhythm being used. He had little doubt that this guy was really relishing his work and then the thought hit Tucker, was this guy wearing a condom? Would he be infected from this brutal attack. He started crying harder and moaning louder as the assault continued. His prostate gland was being stimulated and he felt is cock trying to harden through his bandages. Suddenly the thrusting stopped and he felt his head being grabbed and the earplug being reinserted. 

He tried to form words, speak his plea, but his voice failed him. Water was being dripped into his mouth once again, further stopping his speech. His mind was being twisted in so many ways that his thoughts were jumbled in his mind. He felt the cock roughly pulling out of him and felt relieved that it didn't seem like the guy shot a load up his ass. Just as that thought left his mind he worried that he was going to have to suck off this shit slicked cock. The worries and fears were all jumbled around and he was again close to tears. He had never experienced this total emotional collapse before. The things he used to enjoy like being rough with his women, taking their ass brutally, keeping them off-balance, just added to his emotional state. Was this someone who was getting her revenge for his past deeds? Giving him a roughing up just as he had done countless times before?

Jana got off the bed using a lot of bounce seeming as if she was much larger than her dancers body would be. She removed the harness and took the dildo and rubbed it under Tucker's nose. The stench and feel only raised more fear in Tucker. Were his fears coming true? The feeling of nausea started rumbling through his near empty stomach. And then all activity stopped. He was alone with his tortured mind.

Why him, what did they want with him. No demands had been made. Were they just using him for their pleasure before snuffing him out? The thoughts were colliding around and almost free-flowing in his mind. Now he felt his arms being untied and his legs too being unbound. What next, what were their plans with him? He was being dragged from the bed and propped up as he felt the cold of a knife being slipped between his skin and the bandages holding his cock. The knife stretched and pulled the material before cutting it mostly away. A smallish hand went between his legs and was slowly, deliberately pulling away at the bandage. As soon as the wrapping was removed he was forced down on a chair and spun around a few times while rolling along. 

He felt himself be hoisted onto a toilet and immediately began relieving himself. It felt so good to go like a normal human being that he began to cry again. What had happened to him, where was his self-esteem? Was it being flushed away with his own wastes? He was handed some toilet paper and he heard a woman's voice tell him to wipe thoroughly. He was being raised up and swiftly felt his hands being tied together, this time in front of himself. A glass was being shoved between his hands and he immediately raised the glass and drank down the contents without any thought to what it was. An earplug was pulled out and Rosa asked him if he enjoyed these last few hours? Did that really taste like water? And just as suddenly the plug went back into his ear. He started to shake as those words echoed through his head. Was he being poisoned or was it just water? Who fucked him, was he now infected with some STD or even worse? 

He started to make a plea to his captors but could hardly get the words out. He felt several hands softly moving around his body and his cock rapidly responded. A hand grabbed his tool firmly at the base forcing his balls back. He groaned and muttered "Stop" but he was being ignored as another hand began slowly jacking him. The motions stopped before he could cum and now all he seemed to want is for some relief. With his cock very erect he could feel new bandages being applied and his cock painfully being forced between his legs. Simultaneously hands were rubbing his chest and legs as the women kept him stimulated further arousing his once-proud cock. The pain between his legs was almost unbearable as his cock was being forced up into his crack. His erection betrayed him as he tried to will it to deflated to ease his suffering. A sock was shoved into his mouth, the material drying it out and once again stifling his voice. He was forced down onto the chair and felt it being moved along before another few spins almost knocked him from his perch. 

Jana fetched a few plastic bags from the kitchen, cut them open and spread them on the floor of the bathroom. They wheeled him back into the bathroom and forced him face down on the bags. The cold of the floor radiated through the bags and chilled him. A few dry towels were draped over his body giving him some much needed warmth. Once again his mind began to overload from his fears. He laid there for a while, not knowing how long or what was next. Alone with his thoughts, he began to shake and sob. This had become too much for his body and mind to bear. He just wanted to be released, make his way home and sleep away this horrible nightmare. Soon sleep overtook his mind as he slipped away from his problems. 

He was jolted awake by cold water being poured over his naked body. The towels had been removed gently so as not to disturb his slumber, which had only been twenty minutes, but now could have been any length of time to their captive. The towels were being rubbed over his body, wiping away the residue of his rude awakening and restoring some warmth again. Fresh dry towels were again covering him and he fell soundly asleep once his body relaxed. Another twenty minutes elapsed and the ritual was repeated. He just twisted and shook without making any attempt to stand or fight. He was a broken mess of a man with no idea how to get out of this state of captivity. 

The towels were used again to dry him and fresh ones to cover him. He fought his body to not go to sleep as he lay there thinking, but he could not fight to stay awake. Susie had been given "dryer duty" as this bachelor had only so many towels to use. Fortunately he liked thick bath sheet sized towels, which made this task easier. 

After two more rounds of sleep and water, allowing more time for him to fall asleep, they got him up and back onto the chair. Jana had gone through his collection of nighties and found the largest one. It seemed like this Boy Scout was prepared for any sized adventuress that might windup in his bedroom. With a pair of scissors, she snipped away at the waistline to give a few more inches for his girth. With him in the chair they untied his hands and forced his arms up to clad him in this feminine attire. He could feel the silkiness against his skin and he trembled at the thought of why he was being made to wear this. He began to wave his arms but was quickly subdued with his arms zip-locked behind him. 

Poor Bob Tucker, "How did this all happen to me", he thought? Was he destined to be somebody's little bitch-boy, being regularly fucked and abused until they grew tired of him and left him to die a slow painful death? He couldn't even trust his mind as it was all a jumble right now. 

Keeping him on edge was all part of Jana's plan. She was very close to breaking him and making him completely incapable of resisting for at least a while which was all she wanted from him. She bent down and pulled the plug out of his left ear. In a low whisper she began her instructions. "Do not think that once you are released you'll ever be free to abuse anyone again. We know what you've be up to for many, many months and chose this time to act. Once you are free of your bondage, you will still be under our surveillance." Using what she had gathered from his computer she then told him, "Do not even think about using your power to subjugate another woman, those days are now history to you. A new beginning has been granted you, and, provided you don't screw up, your cock will remain between your legs and functioning. We can get you anytime we want and anywhere you are, here, Thailand, Hawaii, anywhere." She continued "Rosa is one lucky lady that we saved her from your evil ways. You will respond by giving her a passing grade and do nothing further to harm her. Do you understand this?"

He slowly shook his head in agreement as his blood ran cold from her instructions.

They seemed to know so much about him that he was truly scared, not only for these days but for the future. Holding a sedative-laced glass of water in her hands, she brought it up to his lips but he was too scared to drink. She leaned over and again whispered to him that they would receive more pleasure observing his changed ways than allowing him to die now. He opened his mouth and greedily swallowed her offering. 

He was so groggy that the sedative overtook his mind and body and he was rapidly loosing consciousness. They rolled him over to the bed and unbound his hands. They rolled him over to his stomach and pulled the covers up to just below his butt. Jana went back to the bathroom to fetch his razor. She was smiling as she entered the bedroom. She took a little lube and coated his ass and shaved all of the hair off his butt, including between his legs and his asshole. He was slick, smooth and shiny when she finished.

The next part of the plan was to take out the earplugs, remove the blindfold and, once they were a suitable distance from his house, find a payphone and call the cops to rescue him. They had taken nothing but his manhood and, given his behavior, there should be plenty of women around that could testify against him should he ever try to press charges. As fate would have it, his cellphone rang. They would not answer it but once it beeped with a message, Jana called in to retrieve it. 

It was from Nancy, his neighbor, with the news that she was headed home shortly and could be at his door within an hour. She said she was horny and would not take no for an answer. The trio put their heads together and devised an alternate plan for Bob Tucker. They gathered up their few possessions and cleaned up whatever mess they had made around the house.

Next she sent a text to Nancy to come over in about an hour and that the front door would be unlocked and he'd be waiting for her in the bedroom. She erased the original voicemail and the corresponding text message and flipped the phone onto the desk. The trio quickly took off his blindfold and earplugs leaving his cock still bound between his legs. With his arms freed, he looked a mess with his nightie pulled up and "slut" marked just above his shiny butt. 

They slipped out through the garage and got in Susie's car around the corner. Much as they'd love to stick around and see what developed with Nancy, they needed to get some much needed food and sleep. Jana had left Bob's computer up and running playing some nasty tranny porn video. They had taken nothing of his, except his manhood, so there would be little legally he could do to them. They could claim that this was a mutual kinky situation that may have gotten out of hand. One thing that Jana was sure of, if they even needed witnesses, there were sure to be many, many local women that had been on the receiving end of Bob Tucker's lust.

Nancy was prompt in arriving and letting herself in. What awaited her was beyond her wildest dreams. Her tough guy looked like a very bad cross-dresser after a two day bender. Deeply asleep in the nightie with a freshly shaven ass oiled and bared for her. She couldn't help it as she started laughing hysterically at her lover. He was really out of it and didn't even stir from her laughter. She rolled him over and found the last gift from Jana. She had taken her deepest red lipstick and heavily coated his lips and wrote "use me" across his forehead. She reached down between his legs and found his cock bound up. She kept muttering to herself, what was this fucker really into when she was not around? 

She shook him a few more times and he mumbled something unintelligible in response. Nancy undid the bandage from around his cock and it just laid there, soft and limp, not what she wanted now. She began rubbing him and he began to resist her, not even sure who she was. She started swearing at him, calling him names for the way he was dressed and responding. He was trying to push her away thinking she was one of the captors as she was getting more pissed at him. "What the fuck did you invite me over if you can't even get it up? You're all fucked out from the weekend, you little asshole?"

She kept shaking him but that was just putting him into a more defensive mode. Finally she slapped him across the face, yelled out "fuck you" and stormed out of his house.

Epilogue

Bob's body just gave out on him and fell back into a very deep sleep and woke up almost jumping up off the mattress some 16 hours later, starving, scared and disoriented. The background noise from the computer was unclear. It took him some five minutes of trying to focus around the room in the light of early evening. He was unbound, still in the nightie and unsure if he was alone and in his own bedroom. His memory of his captivity was piecemeal at best. Location, length of time or even how many people were involved were sketchy and except that somehow Rosa was a part of it, everything else was a nightmare. Jana's warning really was what lasting in his thoughts. He got up, tried standing on his own and slowly checked around the house for anyone else. Finding no one, he went back to his office and looked at what Jana had left playing on his computer, a middle-age man, decked out in trashy women's clothing on the receiving end of violent abuse by a short, hot looking transsexual. This unnerved him even more as now he wasn't even sure if his captivity had been filmed and could one day be featured on-line. His mind began racing again as he tried to organize his thoughts. 

After making little sense of the events, he stumbled into the kitchen to take care of a more pressing need. He scrounged around and settled for some oatmeal and water. As he sat there drinking his third glass of water, he began to remember events and the soreness surrounding his asshole was prime in his memory. He started to shake again thinking about the buttplug when the rape of his manhood came roaring back into his mind. He'd been used like a $10 anal whore and was very scared of any long term medical issues. The mental damage had taken control of a normally very well controlled man. His fears of what his abusers had done to him, perhaps leaving some incurable disease festering in his bowels caused him to suddenly need to evacuate whatever was remaining in his colon. The watery mess that flowed out of him only served to deepen his concern. He wanted to get immediate medical care at the closest ER but was very worried how he would form the answers to their questions. He arose from the commode and started to wash is face, Still wearing the nightie and the remainder of the lipstick startled him when he saw his reflection in the mirror. 

He needed a shower but first there were so many other unanswered questions. He quickly raced to his garage and was relieved to see his trusty Toyota sitting unscathed there. He went into his bedroom, ripped off the nightie and put on his robe. He went looking for his wallet and was glad to find it too intact. Moving back to his computer, he logged into his bank accounts and was relieved when he found them undisturbed also. Then another thought hit him, he had just logged into his accounts but was his computer tracking him. Oh shit, did he just give his attackers his passwords? His mind reeled into a paranoid state. He couldn't just change his passwords from home as they would be tracked too. Would he be wiped out financially in a few minutes, hacked into ruin?




Getting the GED Ch. 05 and Epilogue



He started to shake as he tried to think of all that happened over few days. He recalled the needle jab after leaving the Kit Kat Sunday morning, after that things were jumbled. He was fairly sure that several people were in on his abuse. His very sore butt reminded him of the plug jammed up his ass and the later anal rape. The bondage, sensory deprivation and verbal abuse had taken its toll on his mind and body. He was afraid of the warning given him, it was too realistic to be random. Was he going to be tracked wherever he went? What was once pleasurable was now too painful to be enjoyable. Would he ever feel good again. He felt he needed medical attention but didn't want the police involved or the shame of the rape filed away into some computer database. He called his personal doctor and had his answering service page him. He could trust Dr. Winslow to handle this confidentially. 

A couple of minutes passed before he heard his physician come on the line. After giving him a very abbreviated version of his woes, he arranged to meet him in an hour at his office. Depending on that outcome, he tried to formulate his other plans. 

He wanted to get away somewhere where he could feel safe and secure. His credit cards were surely being followed and they might even be following his car by GPS. And then it hit him, he was through. Wherever he would go, he wouldn't be safe. They were sure to be tracking him for at least the next year or more to be sure that he was "behaving" himself. 

He went into his bathroom, stripped off his robe and took a very hot shower trying to erase the memory of his torture. He washed his face, scrubbing with a facecloth to get all the lipstick off. A quick hop out of the shower, a confirming look in the mirror and back into the soothing spray, getting himself ready to face his doctor. He wanted to know if he was medically okay. Mentally was another story. He needed someone who could help clear his mind of this disaster. Maybe his doctor could help him with a recommendation. 

He got out of the shower, towel dried and dressed in record time. He couldn't wait for the tests. His worst fears were plaguing him and the quicker he could get those results back, the sooner he would be on the road to recovery. On the drive over, he stopped at an ATM as he didn't want this appointment to go through his insurance company. Slipping his card into the machine, he started to shake again. Would it be rejected as insufficient funds, had they already wiped him out? After punching in his pin number twice from his shaking hands, the machine accepted his third attempt and let him withdraw the maximum $400. He felt a little better since they hadn't compromised his account. Maybe at least this part would be okay. 

He stopped his car in front of the medical building, shut off the engine and started crying again. His fears overtook his rational mind again as he got out of his car and called his physician to let him inside. 

Before he could sit down and explain what happened, Dr. Winslow said he wanted to check him out physically for anything that needed immediate care. He stripped off his shirt, kicked off his loafers and lowered his pants. When he turned away to hang up his trousers, Tucker heard his doctor give a throaty chuckle. He whipped around to find would what was so funny. He didn't know about the word "SLUT" and the arrow pointing to his rectum that Jana had left on his back. 

His doctor told him to sit down and tell him what this was all about. As Tucker began telling him the events that brought him there, the thoughts collapsed into a jumble and he began sobbing again. He couldn't fill in the gaps and was too scared to get the story out coherently. Shaking his head, Dr. Winslow told him to stand still and he would check him out. Unsure what to make of the marking on his back, the doctor let out a small gasp when he did a cursory rectal exam. His sphincter was still swollen and tender. Having worked at a walk-in clinic once a week for several years, he recognized the signs of heavy anal fucking. What was new to the doctor was that in all the years of treating Bob Tucker, he never had an inkling that he swung that way. He had some knowledge that Tucker led a pretty debauched lifestyle, but this kink was new. Bob tried to say he was raped but his emotions overtook him again. 

Dr. Winslow asked him if his multiple partners used condoms when they fucked him. This shook Bob up even more. Multiple partners, what really happened during the blackouts? Had many men shot cum up his ass? This shook him up even more. He could remember one guy, but didn't think the guy even came. Then the memory of the butt plug came flooding back. He tried to explain about the kidnapping, the bondage, butt plug and rape but everything was again jumbled. 

Dr. Winslow took pity on his longtime patient and figured that maybe it wasn't as he surmised. He gave him a very mild sedative to help Bob relax and had him lie down on the exam table. He took a blood sample for his in-office lab, probed his colon for any semen but knew that it was probably long gone as evidence. He hoped that he was wrong, that this was a case of abuse and not some new perversion. After he completed the examination, he let Bob sleep while he formulated what to do with his patient. 

He wanted to allay Tucker's fears but wouldn't be certain about any contracted disease for awhile. How could he handle this given the mental state of his patient. He knew that there was no local family and since he was now retired, had no work contacts either. Morally he was obligated to give him a wholly honest answer. Without any network of support from family or friends, Dr. Winslow wanted to give him the news as gently as possible without completely breaking him mentally. He called a psychiatrist that he professionally and personally knew that would be able to help Bob Tucker. 

While keeping this confidential but doing what was ultimately best for Bob, the two physicians decided a private care facility for at least 72 hours would help him decompress and get back to whatever would pass for normalcy given all that he had been through. Another drug was administered to keep him from waking up too soon. After making the necessary call, an ambulance was summoned to take to take him to the facility. The drivers got him onto the gurney and checked in within the hour. 

Twelve hours later Bob Tucker awoke in the sterile environment of the Happy Dale Rest Home, strapped to the bed with an IV in his arm. He screamed and a nurse came right in. She softly closed the door to his room. Sticking part of the pillow into his mouth to muffle his voice, she now had a chance to really look him over.

She thought she had recognized Bob Tucker from her earlier rounds but he had given her an alias that night so many years ago when she had met him in a bar. He was all sweet talk and romance and she had no hesitancy about meeting him back at her apartment. She had gone through a rough breakup and need some comfort and care. He must have realized her vulnerability as he got her naked into her own bed. He quickly used his belt and the bedsheets to restrain her and after giving her a hard fucking, pulled her legs up and plowed into her virgin ass. She was sobbing hysterically and begged him to stop. That was almost music to his ears. He sadistically used her body for the next several hours and left her battered, bound and bruised on top of her bed. The phone was within reach but he told her not to call the police if she knew what was good for her. She gave him about ten minutes and then called a girlfriend for help. 

That was the worst night of her life and left her too afraid to have any relationships for several years. She swore that if she ever met him again, he would regret it. She bent over, with a slight grin on her face, and whispered in his ear, "Hey Bastard, meet your new nightmare. No painkillers for you, I want you to enjoy this."

The end



Getting The Giggles



(A Story of Alternative Dentistry)

I was the only person left in the dentist's waiting room. The last appointment of the day I guessed. I had already leafed through most of the dog-eared magazines that were strewn about the coffee table. I'd been nervous enough as it was, without this dreadful waiting, the delays, waiting for my name to be called. This was my first appointment since moving out on my own. I'd recently acquired a nice little flat right in the centre of town - handy for shops, restaurants etc.

There was no avoiding it - my regular six-monthly check-up was already two months overdue. After scanning the yellow pages for a local practice, I had finally settled on a certain Dr Joanne Smiley, D.D.S. She was the only female dentist in the area, and ever since my last one, a right 'lech' by the name of Phil McCavity, had taken the liberty of feeling my boobs on the pretence of wiping me down, I felt I just couldn't trust male dentists anymore.

The surgery door opened and a petite lady, no more than five feet tall, poked her head through and looked around. The tag on her nurse's tunic said 'Karen'.

"Doctor Smiley will see you now, Miss Pickles." The brunette smiled. Oh well, at least they seemed friendly here.

I put the fashion magazine back on the table and smoothed my white cotton skirt. I took a deep breath and followed Karen into the operating room, thinking how nicely her black seamed stockings contrasted to her crisp, clean white nurse's attire.

She showed me to the reclining chair and asked me to sit and make myself comfortable. I lay back and luxuriated on the cool leather, which felt sticky against my lightly perspiring wrists. My God, why did I get so nervous about dentists? It was only going to be a simple check-up and I rarely had to have anything done, anyway. All my family had been blessed with good teeth, but I still felt uneasy whenever I had an appointment.

I noticed Karen looking at my legs. It seemed my skirt had ridden up quite a long way and this was amusing her.

"Oh dear, that always happens," she giggled. "Here, let me sort you out." She tugged the hem of my skirt back down again, smoothing it down over my thighs. As she did this my body responded with a start.

"Oops! Sorry. You're not ticklish by any chance, are you?"

"Very," I replied, maintaining a breezy attitude.

"Good," Karen smiled. "That's something, anyway." She allowed her eyes to roam over my body.

"I'll just pop next door and let Doctor Smiley know you're ready for her."

Did I detect just a hint of mischief in those big brown eyes? And what about that strange remark – 'That's something, anyway?'

Karen disappeared through a side door, leaving it slightly ajar. Almost immediately I heard laughing and another female voice - Dr Smiley, I presumed.

I looked around me. The room was much like any other dentist's I supposed. The smell of mouthwash, various surgical instruments scattered on trays to the side of me, the big elbow-jointed spotlight above me radiating heat. I felt a bit hot myself. Probably just my nerves, I supposed.

I had on my high-collared work blouse, very conservative. I felt a bit constrained by it and knowing I was in a man-free environment, loosened the top two buttons. A waft of cool air from the open window gently played across the tops of my breasts making me feel a little better.

There was more giggling and hushed talk from the other room, the two different female voices alternating with each other. Then suddenly there was raucous laughter followed by tittering again. What the hell were they talking about? Although the door had been left slightly ajar, I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. At least the atmosphere here seemed pleasant enough. I began to relax.

It was then that I noticed something strange about the chair I was in. There appeared to be some extra bits attached to it. I studied the attachments on the arms of the chair that were right in line with my wrists. They appeared to be like short, semi-circular pieces of tubing, rather like steel collars, which were pivoted and out-turned at right-angles to the arm.

A fantastic thought then occurred to me.

I imagined that these things, these 'collars' as it were, could be swivelled back in line with the arm of the chair and would then fit neatly over a person's wrist, like a clamp...Hey, what if..? Could they possibly be..?

My God, that was exactly what they were - a pair of clamps to lock your wrists in place and hold you down while Joanne Smiley went about her work? Surely she wasn't so clumsy she had to clamp you down? Just how painful was this check-up going to be? My imagination began to run riot as panic returned. God, I was so fickle. Calm down, Polly – for heaven's sake – you're being irrational as usual – in this case, probably more so.

I remembered one time when I was a young girl my dentist had touched a nerve with his prodding-thing and I had nearly hit the ceiling. Perhaps these extra fittings were just a precaution to stop people fidgeting about when she was doing something tricky; or from jumping out of your skin perhaps, if she happened to touch a nerve. 

I had heard a story about a patient at my old practice who lashed out and struck her dentist in the face when his drill had slipped. I suddenly felt a twinge in one of my back teeth. Ouch! 

I heard more laughter next door and began to wonder if they had forgotten about me. It was then that I noticed that there was also a pair of similar clamps, only larger in diameter, at the foot of my chair, just about where my ankles were. Surely not... My heart began pounding again and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down from my forehead. I supposed patients sometimes kicked out as well. Well, they did - didn't they..?

At last the door opened. Karen was followed in by a tall young woman. She looked ravishing, even in her white working tunic. Her thick red hair was gathered into a long ponytail.

"Hi, Polly, I'm Dr Smiley, er...Joanne." She was smiling in a relaxed, friendly way, but with a suggestion of playfulness. There was no indication as to what the two women had found so amusing while they had been next door, but I felt certain some kind of collusion was going on between them.

"Hello," I said. "I thought you had forgotten about me."

"Oh no, we wouldn't do that; would we Karen?" Joanne said, glancing across at her assistant. I wasn't certain, but I thought I saw them exchange a wink.

"I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm a bag of nerves when it comes to dentists."

"There's no need to worry," said Joanne. "I'm very gentle - we both are, and anyway, judging by your treatment record, you're teeth are pretty much A1. I see that you've only ever had three fillings in your life, the last one was er...let me see..." She picked up my treatment card again and glanced at it. "Mmm, there you go – four years ago. That's amazing."

"Even so..."

"Relax, I'm only going to have a quick look around." 

Joanne laid her hand on my arm and squeezed gently. Or did I imagine it?

"We're great believers in mixing business with pleasure, aren't we, Karen."

"Oh, I should say so. We find it helps the medicine go down. We always say, a happy patient is - a satisfied patient!"

"I must say you all seem very nice."

"We like to think so," said Joanne. "You'll find us very 'user-friendly' here. 

"That's what I was hoping. I'm new to the area and still trying to settle in – find my way around."

"You'll soon do that. We're a happy bunch."

Joanne began preparing some instruments while Karen busied herself with some filing – patients' records no doubt. "Now Karen here, she's just plain crazy, a right chatterbox. I sometimes wonder how we get any work done at all. And of course, there's Daisy on reception. She's such a sweet old lady. And she's so with-it. Loves her crosswords, bless her."

"Yes, I'd heard that you're an all-female practice. That's what appealed to me. I had a rather unpleasant experience with a male dentist once."

"Oh, don't tell me – the old 'wandering hand' trouble was it?

"Actually, yes. How did you know?"

"I've met a few myself - at Dentists Training College – they could never keep their hands to themselves. They all seem to think they're God's gift. What did you do – knee him in the balls?" 

Joanne chuckled and looked at Karen who laughed. I was starting to feel better again.

"Oh no, nothing like that. I gave him a piece of my mind though."

"Good girl. Now, open wide. Let's have a look at the crown jewels."

Joanne adjusted the lamp and I focused on her 'prodder'. It sparkled in the light as she homed in on my mouth. Then I looked into her eyes as she concentrated on the inspection. They were a beautiful sea-green colour, flecked with brown. A strange feeling washed over me. Her pure skin looked untouched by sunlight, but she had a warm glow of youthful vitality in her cheeks. I became fascinated by the way the tip of her tongue poked out between her lips while she concentrated. It made me feel all tingly. 

She started poking around, saying, "Mmm, that looks fine...that one's okay...uh-hmm...mmm...Oh, hang on - what have we here..?"

"Oh no...What?"

"Well, I must say I'm surprised - a couple of little cavities on the upper deck. I can take care of them right now if you'd like."

Oh, horror of horrors. That's all I need. "Er...well, I could make another appointment, if you like."

"It's no trouble, Polly. It really won't take a moment. Best to get it all done in one visit. Save you a journey."

"I don't mind coming back, honest."

What a coward I was. I even started to get up but Joanne pushed me back down again, gently but firmly. Karen assisted by holding my ankles down. This was the most unusual treatment I had ever experienced. Joanne, keeping one hand firmly on my shoulder, moved behind me and got something.

"Don't worry, Polly, I specialise in painless dentistry. In fact, I don't even use injections."

I saw Karen step on something on the floor and heard a little click, like something snapping into place. She let go of my ankles but I couldn't move them... or my arms, for that matter. It was then that I realised she'd just operated the gadgets on the chair and clamped me down. Those metal collars had snapped into position over my wrists and ankles. I was now their prisoner. I felt my eyes widen with terror and the next thing I knew, Joanne was holding a small plastic mask over my mouth. I felt myself begin panic, my breath coming in quick, little gasps. Those masks are so claustrophobic. I really hate them.

"No," I yelled in terror, my voice muted inside the plastic cup of the mask. "I don't want to - What are you doing?"

"Don't struggle. You're not going anywhere, I'm just going to give you a whiff of gas. That should get rid of your nerves and you'll feel better. In fact you'll probably feel a little giggly."

Very comforting, I thought, hyperventilating inside the mask.

"The clamps are for your own protection as well as ours," said Karen, removing my shoes. 

"I'm just going to elevate your legs a little," said Joanne, "to increase the flow of blood to your head. That will enable the gas to take effect faster."

The chair's electric motor whirred and I felt myself being tipped at an angle, so that my head was lower than my feet. I could feel my skirt riding up again. I heard Joanne flick a switch and almost immediately heard a slight hissing sound. I began to feel light-headed. I was way past caring about the amount of leg I was showing. Well, we were all girls together, weren't we? Do you know, I was beginning to feel quite carefree. Hey, this gas stuff was great. I was feeling kind of happy. What was happening to my super-sensitive nerves?

Looking down as best I could, I saw that my hem was well above mid-thigh by now, partly exposing the white cotton bikini briefs I had on. I saw Karen reach for my hem and I assumed she was going to restore my dignity like before. But I was mistaken. She simply raised it a bit more and passed her hand lightly across the insides of my thighs. My legs jerked involuntarily at her touch. I couldn't help it, but I started giggling, just like Joanne had suggested. I felt all squiffy and rather silly, but I didn't care any longer.

"I told you she was ticklish, Jo," Karen said, her eyes bright with mischief.

Joanne removed the mask from my face and smiled at me. "I think that's enough funny air, don't you? How do you feel now?"

I was still giggling, but I didn't know what at. But I managed to say, "I feel all drunk...hee-hee...You've got me all merry and silly...ha-ha...you naughty pair."

"Good. Now, how about a bit of fun, Miss Pickles? Shall we see just how ticklish she really is, Karen."

"What a good idea," Karen replied.

Then I remembered why I was here. "Wh-what about...tee-hee...my fillings?"

"What fillings?" Joanne teased. "Your teeth are perfect. I was only kidding you. I've never seen such a beautiful set."

I laughed raucously. 

"We've obviously got her in the right mood, Karen," said Joanne, "so let's get to work. Give Daisy a call, no point in her hanging around. Tell her she can go home early. We can manage now."

"I like Daisy...ha-ha-ha," I garbled. "She's such a sweet lady – good at crosswords..."

Karen took her hand off my thigh and went to the desk and picked up the phone to talk to Daisy. Dr Smiley meanwhile, was undoing the rest of my blouse buttons.

"I wonder how much tickling she can really stand?" Joanne said, pulling my blouse away from my shoulders. "This is always the best bit - not knowing how they're going to take it. Better close the window, Karen. I think it's going to get quite noisy in here very soon. We don't want people outside to get the wrong impression, do we? We are a dentist's after all – even if it is an unusually happy one."

You know, something - at that particular moment in time I found it pretty hard to disagree with Dr Joanne Smiley and her little minx of an assistant.

The End



Getting the Girl



I saw her sitting at a table close to the dance floor. She had just lit a cigarette, and I watched her full lips circle the end of it as she inhaled. I smiled as I watched her turn her head up and crook it to the side as she slowly let the smoke out. 

From where I sat, I could only see her profile. She was pretty, with short red hair; I could see the outline of high cheekbones, and big, wide eyes. Her lips were what I was most fascinated with, full with a natural pout, perfectly shaped, I wanted to feel them. 

My eyes moved down as she took the cigarette to the ashtray. Her fingers were long and slender, and she twirled the cigarette around instead of just flicking it. I decided to make a move. I hadn't seen anyone with her all night. She danced by herself, fending off any one that came up to her, which by this point had been almost every one in the bar. 

Before I continue let me introduce myself, I'm Lyn, I'm 30 years of age, and almost completely lesbian. I'm not missing in the looks department either. I have long brown hair, and brown eyes to match, that in themselves are big and wide just as the woman's that I was hunting. My lips are also full, and my skin is naturally tanned. I had had problems keeping people away from me all night as well. I had my prey, and I wasn't about to lose her for someone else. 

I moved to her table, pulling a chair beside her, and sitting down. She turned her head fully to me, and I smiled as she looked at me. Her stare showed absolutely no interest in me as she moved her eyes around my face; it made my pussy throb more. 

"Hi, I'm Lyn"

She nodded, "Jessi." 

My body responded to the fact that she didn't even look at me as she told me her name. Her eyes had moved to the dance floor, and she watched the people up there. I thought to myself, "either I'm going to have to work my ass off to get her, or she's going to be a good fuck." 

I continued to talk; she continued not to look at me, but she responded to me and she didn't shew me away as she had done so many others in the course of the night. 

I took out a cigarette; When trying to pick up someone I always smoked Virginia Slims 120's; I've always found the longer cigarettes very sexy, with their thin, long shaft. She turned and looked at me, smirking as she watched me light it. After I inhaled, I moved the butt to her lips and she took a drag off of it. I let my finger play with her lower lip, and she smirked again as I pulled away. 

We sat in silence for a while, then she turned her full attention to me. 

"You wanna get outta here? This place is getting lame."

I smiled, "yep. Wanna go to my place?"

I watched her mouth finally go into a full smile and she laughed and nodded her head.

"Yeah, sure, why not."

I led her to my car, and as I got into the drivers seat I saw that she had let her skirt ride up to her upper thigh. She looked at me as I got in, and that smirk came back, as she let her legs fall open a little more. I shook my head and smiled to myself as we drove off. 

When we got inside my house, I thought about just attacking her, but held back. She lit another cigarette and looked around. 

"Where's the bathroom?"

"I'll show you."

I took her down the hall, and as I turned on the light for her, she gave me a sideways glance. 

"Why don't you come in with me? Hold my cig for me."

I smiled and nodded, following her in. I watched as she hiked her skirt up over her waist I knew she did it just for effect, there was no reason to pull it up that high. She handed me her cigarette and I took a drag as she sat down. 

She straddled the toilette, something else for effect, and my eyes went straight to her hairless pussy. It was spread wide open with the way she was sitting, and I could see the pink inside folds. I let out a sigh as she released the warm yellow liquid from her bladder. Her eyes came up to mine and she smiled.

"You like that do you?" 

I nodded.

"Hmmm...looks like I was picked up by one naughty, nasty little girl. Is that right, Lyn?"

"You better bet your ass, it's right."

I took another drag of the cigarette and then brought it to her lips. Once she'd exhaled, I brought my lips to hers, moaning at the smoky taste of her skin. My body shivered as she took her tongue across my lips, and then she pulled back. 

"Touch me."

I moaned, and brought my hand down to her pussy. I moved my fingers all around her, taking them back almost to her ass, before I let a finger go inside of her. She sighed and then smiled as I pulled my hand away.

"Lick it, Lyn Lick your hand. Lemme see you be a nasty girl for me." 

I brought my fingers to my lips and slowly licked up and down. Her smile broadened as she moved off the toilette, and came to me, pressing herself against me. She took my face in her hands and pulled my lips to hers. We both moaned as our tongues began to do battle with each other. It was me who pulled away this time. 

"Lets go to the bedroom."

She shrugged, her I-don't-care-about-anything, attitude coming back. 

I led her to the room and let her go in first. As she got to the bed, I pushed her, making her fall onto the soft down comforter. I moved on top of her, pressing my pussy against her full firm ass as my lips found the back of her neck. She sighed as my lips went down, and found the white skin of her butt. My eyes looked up at the back of her head and she turned, smiling.

"Lick it Lyn. Lick my pussy right now!"

I let out a lust-filled growl. I was used to being the dominant one, but it seemed as though I'd met my match. I moved my lips down as she brought her hips up. I drove my tongue between her slit, and smiled as I heard her moan out, "mmmmm...that's it girl, lick that fuckin' slit." 

My tongue found her hard little clit, and I flicked it hard. Her body shook and a louder moan escaped her. With my experienced tongue, I knew she wouldn't last long so I dropped back, and drove my tongue into her cunt. She yelled out, "fuck yeah! Fuck that pussy, baby."

I moaned as I moved my head back and forth, driving my tongue as hard into her as I could. 

I could feel her body tensing for an orgasm and I stopped again. I flipped her over onto her back. I ripped off her clothes and threw mine to the side before I laid on top of her. I looked down at her and smiled, "Jessi you have the sweetest tasting pussy." 

She smiled and nodded, "I know, lemme taste it."

I moaned as I brought my mouth to hers and her tongue shot into my mouth. When the kiss broke, I smiled down at her.

"I got something for you."

Her eyes widened with interest, "oh yeah? What's that?"

She watched me as I moved and went to the draw. When I brought out the strap-on, she smiled broadly and nodded her head.

"Mmmm..yeah, put it on, Lyn and come fuck my pussy." 

I let out a low lustful growl, while I harnessed the toy around me. Coming up onto the bed, I stroked it, staring down at her and smiling, "you ready Love?"

"More than, stick that big cock in me baby, and fuck this cunt good." 

I moaned and began to insert the toy into her pussy. She sighed and smiled as I got the entire length into her and came down on my hands so I could kiss those full soft lips again. 

I slowly ground the toy into her cunt, causing her to make soft mewing sounds as the toy worked inside of her. I moved my mouth from hers and whispered, "you like my cock? You like having it shoved in your pussy?"

She smiled and licked her lips, "I love it. Your cock feels so good in me."

I let out another low growl and sat up, thrusting my hips harder into her. She let out a long loud moan and I watched her back arch as she cried out, "that's it baby, fuck that cunt hard. Jesus that feels so fuckin' good." 

I grabbed her hips and made them work with me as I looked down at her and watched her body flush all over.

"You gonna cum for me Jessi? Cum all over my big fuckin' cock!" 

Her moans turned into screams and she nodded and yelled, "Yes! Oh fuck yes, I'm cumming for you! I'm cumming all over your big goddamn cock!" 

I moved my hips harder, which made her scream louder. Her body tensed, and as the height of her orgasm hit, her hands came up to her nipples and she pinched them hard. 

When she began to calm down, I moved down again and kissed her nipples that she so roughly played with. Between kisses and licks I spoke to her, "was that good?"

She laughed and nodded, "it was the best. I wanna fuck you now." 

I smiled and moved handing the toy to her. Once she had it on, she stroked it as I had done, moving her juices along the shaft of the thick, long toy. She smiled down at me, and gave me her hand.

"Lick it, Lyn. Taste me." 

I took her fingers into my mouth one at a time, moaning as I tasted her again. 

She took it away when she thought I'd cleaned it well enough, and moved closer to me. She bent down and took one of my nipples into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on it, and then nibbled it lightly before moving to the next. 

Her mouth moved down, kissing my belly and she began to speak between kisses, "I'm gonna fuck you Lyn. I'm gonna fuck you so hard. My cock is gonna tear this fuckin' pussy up." 

I moaned at her words and nodded, but as I went to speak her mouth moved down to my pussy, and she flicked her tongue across my hard clit. My body jumped and I forgot what I was going to say, as she took my clit between her teeth and flicked her tongue across it hard. 

She didn't let me come; she moved right before I could. Her tongue moved down and she slowly inserted all she could of it into my hole. I gasped as she began to fuck me with it. Again she moved, right before I came and her mouth went down and she bit each of my ass cheeks, before letting her tongue slide between them and move across the tight hole. 

She looked up at me and moved her mouth, "do you want me to fuck you hard Lyn?"

I whispered in my lust, "yes. Oh god yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big cock." 

She laughed and sat up on her knees. I watched her hand expertly stroke the toy. Her voice turned hard and commanding, and I liked hearing it as she demanded me, "come and suck it, Lyn. You know how to suck a cock?" 

At this point, I would have done anything for her; I moved and took the cock into my mouth. She moaned as she watched me, "mmmmm....good girl. Suck my cock, baby, take it down your throat."

I took what I could, and as I came back up she moved my hair from my face and smiled down at me, "bite it. Bite my cock Lyn." 

I laughed and took the head between my teeth, chewing on it as I would a real cock. 

"Such a nasty girl, you like eating my cock?"

I nodded and looked up at her. She smiled down at me, "you like it better though if it were in that pretty little cunt of yours huh?"

"Yes, stick it in me, Jessi." 

"Turn around." 

I moved onto my hands and knees, and she moved the cock up and down on my slit. My body shook and I moaned, "put it in my cunt, Jessi. Please. Fuck me!" 

She grabbed my hips and thrust forward, sending the entire length into me all at one time. I screamed out in passion as she rammed the toy deep and hard into me.

"Like this Lyn? You like that? You like being fucked hard by my cock?"

"I goddamn love it!"

She laughed again, and sent her body forward, making me lay flat on the bed. Her legs came on the outside of mine, and she made them close. I moaned loudly as the cock went deeper into me. My pussy was so tight around the toy, that had a real man been fucking me, he would have lost control and came. 

Her lips moved to my ear and she whispered to me as she drove the cock ever harder and faster into me, "fuck it Lyn. Fuck my cock. Move that fuckin' little cunt!" 

I began to move my hips and she moaned, "that's it baby, you make my cock feel so good."

I lost it then, my orgasm hit so hard that my body almost went into convulsions. I screamed my passion out in profanities. 

She had stopped moving the cock, letting my body take over. She yelled over my screams, "that's right! Do it girl, come all over this fuckin' cock!"

I screamed again when she started moving the toy, and I went into another orgasm, smaller but no less intense than the first. 

When I was able to speak again I whispered, "that's it. I can't take anymore." 

She laughed and pulled the toy out. She looked at me as she took it off, and held it at it's base. I watched her bring it to her mouth, and start to lick my cream off the shaft. I sat up, and helped her clean the toy; and as our tongues met at the tip, she took mine into her mouth and sucked my taste from me.

I watched her get into her car, and smiled as I thought about the next time we'd meet.



Getting the Goods on Susan



Last year I made an investment in a novelty shop that carried sexually oriented merchandise including erotic lingerie and sex toys. When I made the investment I didn't think there was a chance in hell the business would make any money. The owner of the shop was a woman named Virginia who I had dated in college fifteen years earlier. I had made the investment so that I had an excuse to talk to her about sex. I even assumed that I might get a chance to try out some of the merchandise with her. Boy was I wrong. Turns out Virginia is a very smart business woman. She managed to keep me at bay, while turning the retail business into a success. Of course, I had never thought about what would happen if the business was a success. 

Virginia sent our accountant a K1 and my wife Susan began asking questions. I never told Susan about the investment for obvious reasons. For her part, Susan didn't confront me, instead she decided to visit 'our' investment on her own. The store is about an hour from our house so she headed down just before lunch on Friday. I had no idea she knew about the store or that she was headed down. I was at work and wouldn't find out about her trip until her return on Sunday. 

Virginia was working when Susan arrived. Susan and Virginia recognized each other immediately. Virginia greeted Susan with a smile, while Susan's face turned beet red. Virginia, sensing trouble, told the other clerk she would be out for a little while and asked Susan to follow her to her office. Towards the back of the store Virginia had a small, dimly lit office. On one side she had a desk and a computer, in the corner some sort of swing contraption and on the other side a massage table. 

Virginia opened a small refrigerator next to the desk and pulled out a bottle of wine. The two talked for more than two hours, finishing two bottles of wine in the process. Virginia explained how nothing had ever happened, how the store had prospered and why. By the end of their conversation Susan was drunk and began asking about the merchandize. Susan had never heard of, much less seen, the sort of equipment Virginia had in her 'office'. Susan played with the swing and realized it had a mechanical dildo attached. Virginia explained it was a sex swing and offered to show Susan how it worked. To this day I can't imagine how Virginia managed to get Susan in the swing, but the next thing Susan knew she was strapped in the swing. 

Susan, despite being drunk, began to panic when she couldn't escape from the swing. Virginia calmed her down, but Susan REALLY wanted out. That is when Virginia pushed Susan's panties to the side and began rubbing the tip of the swing's dildo against Susan's vagina. Susan stopped complaining. Virginia then turned on the vibration and Susan started getting wet. Virginia helped Susan relax in the swing and then she strapped the vibrating dildo into the mechanical part of the swing and it began to fuck Susan. Susan was enjoying herself so much that didn't realize that Virginia had left the room. 

Virginia called Michael, her husband and told him to come by the store. Over the years Michael had dealt with his own insecurity related to my involvement in the store. He knew I wanted to make love to his wife and he was concerned that she had let me. She had promised him our relationship was entirely professional, but he always suspected that there was something else going on. Virginia decided to teach me a little lesson.

When Michael arrived, maybe five minutes later, she explained what had happened and told him he was free to do whatever came naturally. Michael was confused, was Virginia giving him a free pass to have sex with Susan? He didn't know for sure, but when she opened the door to her office, pushed him in and closed the door. Michael was alone in the room with Susan. Susan was in mid orgasm when she begged to have the vibrator turned off. She couldn't take it anymore. 

Michael walked to her side, brushed her hair away from her eyes and said, "No problem." as he turned the vibrator off. He explained that he was Susan's husband. He also explained that he had known for years that I wanted to fuck his wife. That I had aggressively made passes at her time and time again. He admitted that he had been jealous of my relationship with his wife and that the investment in the business had only made it worse. His wife and I were truly partners now and that just ate him alive.  

Susan was feeling very uncomfortable and very vulnerable at this moment as she asked were Virginia went. Michael told her she was out, but that he was going to help. He unhooked the vibrator from the swing, slowing pulling it out of Susan's vagina. She gasped as he removed it. 

Susan was very much trapped in the swing and she knew it. She tried to talk Michael into helping her out, but instead he walked around and began unbuttoning her blouse. Susan was still trying to be calm, talking sense into Michael, but he wasn't listening. When Susan's blouse was hanging open he went to Virginia's desk and removed a pair of scissors and cut Susan's bra so her breasts were revealed. While he had the scissors he cut away her panties, they would just get in way. 

Susan was caught in a sex sling, her breasts revealed and her pussy completely exposed. She watched Michael intently. He wasn't bad looking, in fact he was pretty handsome. Michael began undressing. He removed his shirt, revealing that he was in great shape. He then dropped his pants revealing that his cock was more than average. He was fully erect and Susan thought she saw some precum on the tip.

Michael smiled at Susan when he realized she was checking him out. He asked if she liked what she saw, but he didn't have to wait for an answer. Her nipples were hard, she licked her lips and her vagina was swollen. Michael wasn't planning much floorplay, instead he positioned his cock just outside of Susan's vagina. He started the swing moving, slowly. Just enough so that the tip of his penis would lightly touch her vagina with each swing. 

Susan startled Michael when she asked him to wear a condom. Michael asked her if she had accepted her fate or actually wanted him to fuck her. Susan didn't answer, but instead begged him to wear a condom. We were trying to have a baby and she wasn't on the pill. Michael stopped the swing and grabbed a condom. He told her he would use it, but only if she would allow herself to enjoy making love to him. Susan nodded uncomfortably that she would. 

Michael unpackaged the condom and appeared to be putting it on, Susan for her part couldn't see whether he did or not. When he was done, Michael smiled at Susan and pressed the tip of his penis against her vagina. He pressed it, slowly, inside of her. Susan moaned as he penetrated her. Once he was inside he unfastened the restraints on her hands, freeing her to hold on to the swing or him. He tilted the swing, allowing Susan to sit in a more upright position. Susan's legs were now spread further apart, but she was now almost face-to-face with Michael. 

Michael asked Susan to put her hands on his shoulders. She hesitated, but Michael reminder her that she was promised to allow herself to enjoy making love to him. With Susan sitting upright and her arms free from the restraints he could not help her remove her blouse and bra completely. She was completely naked except for her skirt, which was bunched up, around her waist. 

As Michael removed her blouse Susan rested her hands lightly on his shoulders. She couldn't help herself from feeling his muscles, running her hands over his biceps and then over his pecks. As Susan explored Michael's body he resumed fucking her, his cock moving slowing in an out of her vagina. Susan squeezed his shoulders each time Michael thrust his cock deep inside of her. 

Susan caught herself staring intently into Michael's eyes when he asked her, "Does this feel good?"

Susan blushed and responded, "Yes."

Susan began to let herself really enjoy this. She began talking to Michael. Letting him know when it felt good. She begged him for more when she began to have an orgasm. She was a full on participant at this point.

Just outside Virginia was watching the action on a closed circuit television. She was recording the action to use later. 

Whatever the effect the alcohol had, it was long gone. Susan was about to have another orgasm when Michael abruptly pulled out. Susan almost hit him as she asked what he was doing. He admitted he was about to cum. She didn't really care about his problem, but then she realized he wasn't wearing a condom. Evidently he hadn't put it on. They had been having unprotected sex. She punched him as he began to let her out of the swing. He admitted he had planned to cum inside of her, but decided that it wasn't right. Susan was equally mad at him for not letting her finish and for tricking her. 

As Susan began to get dressed Virginia walked into the room holding a remote control. She had queued up the recording to a juicy part where Susan was begging Michael for more. Virginia pressed play and Michael and Susan watched. Michael didn't realize that Virginia had a camera in the room. Susan was mortified. 

Virginia told Susan she might as well remove her clothes, because she wasn't done. Virginia explained that if she didn't follow her instructions to the letter I would be getting a copy of the tape -- and maybe a few other people to boot. Virginia wanted something on both Michael and Susan -- something irrefutable. The original recording would show that Susan was initially an unwilling participant. While this might be good against Michael, it wasn't very good against Susan. Frankly Virginia wasn't done having fun. 

Virginia explained her plan. Virginia would enter the room and remove her clothes, climbing under the sheet on the massage table. Michael would come in a few minutes later and then the pair would pretend they were lovers. There would be no retakes, no mistakes -- the pair would consummate their relationship in a single shot. Michael tried to argue, but Virginia laughed at him. She knew he wanted to do it, there was no reason to pretend. He was clearly busted. Part of Susan wanted to do it too so they were both busted to some extent. 

Virginia reached over to the side table and removed the box of condoms as she left the room. 

Susan stepped into the room first. She removed her blouse and skirt, her bra and panties were in the trash after being destroyed, and climbed onto the massage table. Michael came in and removed his clothes. Susan climbed up off the table and put her arms around his neck and they began kissing. It was their first kiss and it was electric. Michael noticed the box of condoms was missing and looked around the room for more. He didn't see any. 

He laid Susan at the end of the massage table and began kissing her vagina. Susan began to go crazy, she arched her back and laughed with pleasure. She dug her fingernails into Michael's scalp as he brought her to orgasm. When she was done he positioned his cock just outside of her vagina, but before he could jam it inside Susan sat up, wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss him again. She wanted to taste herself on his lips. 

Michael still wanted inside of her and he kept pulling her pelvis toward the edge of the table. When he was almost inside Susan whispered into his ear, "condom".

Not wanting to stop he began sliding his cock inside of Susan and said, "Virginia took them, they are gone."

Michael thrust his penis inside of Susan who leaned back on her elbows as she arched her back allowing him to penetrate her completely. Michael commented on Susan's tits as they were fully erect and standing up straight. Susan hadn't forgotten about the condom and said, "Remember to pull out."

Michael hadn't ejaculated earlier and he was on the verge of exploding. Susan was on the verge of her own orgasm when Michael said, "I am going to have to pull out."

Susan grabbed his waist and pulled him tight against her and said, "Not yet, just a few more times, just a few more..."

Michael's eyes got wide as he began ejaculating inside of Susan. Susan didn't realize it at first, but soon she felt his semen inside of her. Susan's eyes got just as wide as she began having her own orgasm and said, "Did you?"

Michael was still ejaculating when he admitted that he was still cumming. When Michael was done he stepped back as Susan sat up on the table. Semen was leaking out of her. Michael's penis was already soft when Susan stood up and took it in her hand and said, "Well, you don't think you are done already do you?"

Michael smiled and his cock started getting hard again. Susan looked over where she thought the camera was and smiled. She pushed Michael on the table and climbed on top of him. When he was hard enough she mounted his cock and began riding him once again. This time she begged him to cum inside of her. She begged him to make her pregnant. It took about thirty minutes, thirty minutes of heaven as far as Susan was concerned, for Michael to cum again.

When the pair emerged from the office Susan smiled at Virginia and asked, "Is that what you wanted?"

Virginia smiled back, "Yes, ma'am. Of course you don't need to worry, Michael got fixed last year."

Susan felt relieved and a little annoyed at the same time. Virginia told both Michael and Susan if it ever happened again she was going to use the recording -- it wouldn't be pretty. 

Virginia walked Susan out to her car and explained that she wanted to see her next Friday, or else. Susan drove home and wondered what would happen next Friday.



Getting The Grade



It was my first semester of college and I was all ready failing. I had thought that college would be a breezed since I had been a straight A student in high school. Boy, was I wrong. In high school the teachers had been there to walk you through everything, to help you when you got stuck on a problem or a project but here the professors could care less about you. They had to teach thousands of students a day and if one student wasn't doing to well they weren't going to worry about it. If you asked them a question or ask if they could help you they would give you a look as though you were the stupidest person on the planet and tell you to refer to the syllabus. Yes, I found that the syllabus in college was your bible, if you lost it or couldn't follow it you were sure to fail. 

I finally had to swallow my pride and go home to my Mom to have her help me out on all the homework I had fallen behind in. I hated to have to ask her for help. I knew she'd sit there and tell me how she knew that I had made a mistake in going to college. She had hated it when I told her I was leaving for school. She had wanted me to follow in her footsteps and get married right after high school to my boyfriend at the time. I told her that no man would support me my whole life and that I was going to make something out of myself whether she liked it or not. The argument still contained even after I had enrolled and moved into my dorm room. 

I was surprised when she didn't say anything, and sat there at the table with me helping me out. She kept giving me that, I-told-you-so-look, but didn't open her mouth to say anything that would piss me off and make me leave. 

During that weekend I got everything caught up and when I returned to school pulled my grades up from failing to A's and B's except in my English class. I had done all my work, writing all the essays, doing all the research, but the teacher insisted that I had no idea how to write a good paper. He said that my grammar and mechanical skills were that of a three-year-old and if I didn't learn how to do the basic skills in writing that I would never pass his class. He practically threw my papers back to me and gave me a chance to rewrite them all but it seemed no matter how much I changed the papers they still were not good enough for him. 

In a month I was on the phone with my mother, crying and ready to give it all up and come back home with my head down. I told her that I was never going to be able to make it here, the professor had told me that, and I wanted to come home and live the life she wanted me to. She wouldn't take that for an answer, which surprised the hell out of me. I could hear the anger in her voice while she talked to me.

"Janice, I can't believe you. You fought to go to school and you are going to stick it out. You are going to do whatever you have to do to get the grade you need."

"What are you talking about Mom?"

"Well, apparently the man wants something more from you than what you give him on paper."

"What!?"

"Yes Janice, he wants that sweet young body of yours. Any woman with the some common sense would be able to see that."

"Mom, that's just wrong! I mean the man is twice my age and my teacher at that. He doesn't want anything from me but for me to learn how to write."

"You're wrong. I've seen those essays you've put together and they are magnificent. You are a fabulous writer, you have always been one." 

"Mom, you just think about sex too much. I'm almost positive that my professor doesn't want to fuck me. There would be too much risk for him with having a sexual relationship with a student."

"Girl, there are ways around that. You just keep your mouth shut and no one would ever find out. How do you think I got through high school? I'll tell you it wasn't from studying any books."

"God Mom! I'm getting off the phone. I have some studying to do."

"All right but think about what I said. You'll see that I'm right."

"Okay whatever. Bye I love you."

"Bye Honey, love you too."

I hung up the phone. I really couldn't believe that my Mother would have told me to fuck my teacher to get a better grade, then again I wouldn't ever put anything past my Mom. 

I did begin to think about what she had said. It was a silly idea but it might actually work. I had heard girls around the campus talk about which teachers would give you a better grade if you gave them a blow job everyday or let them fuck you. It was no big deal to these girls to use their bodies to pass the class but I had always held myself in high regards, I had more dignity than that, didn't I? 

I kept thinking about it and decided that it wouldn't be a big deal. I'd do it this one time and that would be it. English had always been my worse subject anyway, I wouldn't have to take another English course for a long time, and by then I could study more and learn what it was that I was missing now. 

I called my Mom back and told her that I was going to do it. She told me that we'd have to go shopping before I started anything, I didn't have the right clothes to seduce anybody. I looked down at what I was wearing, a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, I thought I looked all right. My clothes had never stopped the boys from wanting me but she told me that I wasn't dealing with boys my age anymore, I was dealing with a grown man and I needed to get the clothes that would make him take more notice of me.

When I went back to school that Sunday after Mom had taking me on the biggest shopping spree we had ever gone on, I was excited and a little scared. The clothes she had picked out for me, I thought, would make me look like the biggest slut on campus. She had gotten me skirts that barely covered my ass and a ton of halters and tank tops that barely covered my breasts or midsection. She had also bought me more make-up, telling me to throw away all the stuff I had now. I had never been real big on wearing it but she showed me how to apply it, putting more definition on my eyes and lips then I normally did. 

As I got ready Monday morning to go to the dreaded English class I was still a little scared but I was also a little turned on now. I had never really paid that much attention to my own body. I went to the school's gym three times a week but I had never noticed exactly how good I looked. 

I studied myself in the mirror with a slight smile on my face. I had chosen to wear a black leather skirt that stopped right below my firm ass, I had to admit that my butt looked great in the skirt. I moved my eyes down my legs, and looked at the black knee high boots that went with the skirt. The boots made me four inches taller than I normally was and I liked that. I moved my eyes back up to my midsection that wasn't covered up by the black tank top I wore. I didn't look at my tummy long before moving my eyes up to my breasts. The tank top had a built in bra to it that lifted and pushed my breasts together, creating the best cleavage that I had ever seen on myself or anyone else. I had always been very self-conscience about my tits. I was small only standing at five foot two inches tall, only weighing 110 pounds but my tits looked like ones that should be on a much bigger woman. I wore a 36D and I had always thought that I should be in something like a B cup. Before I had always tried to hide my figure under big shirts and loose fitting jeans and that had always upset my Mom. She'd tell me that I should flaunt what I had but I hated the mean looks I would get from women that were my size but had much smaller breasts. I would hear them talk to each other and decide that they must be fake and that made me feel bad for them. 

I finally raised my eyes from my chest and looked at my face. I had to admit to myself that I was very pretty. I had full lips that now looked even bigger with the lipstick Mom had picked out for me. I had high check bones, and big brown eyes that slanted slightly. My hair was light brown and straight coming down to the middle the middle of my back. I smiled; I looked good, now if I could pull this off then everything would be great.

On my way to class every man that walked past me turned for a second look, boosting my confidence even more. I began to walk with more switch in my hips than normal, swinging my ass from side to side so much that I thought at one point I might fall down, I might have a great body but grace had never been on my side. 

When I got to the classroom I made sure to sit in the front row, right in the middle where Professor Kellor was sure to see me. He came in, put his briefcase on the desk and looked up right in my direction. I saw a look of approval and desire come into his eyes the minute he looked at my body. His cheeks blushed for a second before he composed himself. 

During class I had a chance to really look at him. I usually sat way in the back and never had paid attention to what Mr. Kellor had looked like. He was handsome, in his mid 50's, with short black hair that had started turning gray at the temples. He had small dark brown eyes and with the way he'd hold his brow always made him look stern and unfriendly. His mouth was also small, with tight perusing lips that always looked displeased but there was something about him that made him look good even with his stern facial expressions. I believed that it was the way he held himself. He was tall and fit. I guessed his height at about six-foot, his body frame was lean and muscular and he held himself with ease. He never stood up straight or ridged which would accompany the expressions on his face but he'd stand a little slouched over. His body language and the way he moved told you that he was easy to approach but if you stepped out of line he'd have a rude commit to throw at you. 

While class was in session I pretended to be paying attention to what he was teaching but my mind was more on ways to get him really turned on to me. From time to time he would look at me, that look of want still in them and this is where I'd begin my teasing. 

When I saw his head turning to me I would move my legs, deciding at just that point I needed to uncross one leg from the other to make myself more comfortable. When I would do this I'd let my legs fall open for a little bit, giving only Mr. Kellor a full view of my bare pussy before closing my legs again. Sometimes I would bend over in my chair, either to get another pencil out of my bag, or pick up something that I had "accidentally" dropped, letting Mr. Kellor see my breasts, which would almost pop out of the shirt when I would bend over. Everytime I would do something to show my body to him he would clear his throat, and sometimes even forget what it was he was saying. 

When I'd look back up to listen to his lecture he would give me a very stern look before moving on to another subject. He dismissed the class early that day but before he did announced that he wanted to see me in his office. I was terrified, I thought that I was going to get it for sure now. He was going to sit there and yell at me for distracting him and his class with my lewd movements and way of dress. I knew this had been a bad idea, I should have never listened to my Mother.

As I got to the door to his office my heart was racing so fast that I thought I was going to pass out. Here it goes, he's going to kick me right out of his class, he's going to flunk me, and my college career will be over. I knocked on the door and waited for him to invite me in. I could hear him moving in the office and soon the door was opened and he stood there staring at me for a minute. The stern look in his face had disappeared and there was one of pure passion that replaced it.

"Come in Janice. I need to speak to you about something."

I nodded and entered the room. I knew from the look on his face that I was far from being in trouble but I decided to play the innocent one for a while. He went and sat in his chair, it was the only one there so I stood on the other side of the desk with my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts farther out in front of me. He stared at me a little longer, trying to find the words that he wanted to say. Finally he got control of himself. "Janice, I know what you are doing."

"And what would that be Mr. Kellor?"

"You're trying to seduce me so that you can get a better grade."

I opened my eyes wide and put my hand up to my heart, letting out a small gasp, "Mr. Kellor! I can't believe that you would think so little of me! I work my butt off for this class and you think instead of trying to improve on myself that I would rather have sex with you to get the grade that I want! I am so embarrassed!"

"Oh no, I was wrong. Oh God Janice I am so sorry. It's just that I had never seen you wear clothes like that and you kept showing me your body, and I know that you are struggling in the class so I just assumed. I'm sorry."

"The only reason why I wore this was because it was so hot outside and I knew that I would die from the heat if I wore the clothes I normally do." I allowed tears to well up in my eyes to make it seem that I was really sincere. "Mr. Kellor, I really can't believe that you would think that I would stoop to that level."

I let it all out now, pretending to cry uncontrollably, making it seem as though my professor had really hurt my feelings. He stood up and came around the desk. He pulled me into his arms to comfort the student he had just hurt. I buried my face in his chest so that he could not see the smile that came across my face. 

"Janice again, I am sorry that I accused you of that. Everyday a female student comes on to me to get a better grade and I just thought that you had turned into one of them."

"Do you turn down the girls that come to you Mr. Kellor?"

"Yes, but you would have been the only one that I wouldn't have turned down."

"Really?"

"Yes Janice, I have always thought that you were very pretty and I have often had fantasies of you and I. I have to admit that I was a little excited when I thought you were really going to seduce me. I would have been at your beck and call."

I looked up at him; the fake tears all ready drying on my face. I had stopped with the acting the minute I found out that he truly liked me. I inched my lips closer to his and kissed him gently on the lips. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me away, "you lying little bitch! I knew you just wanted to fuck me so that I'd change the grade!"

"Oh you fucking asshole! You said all that shit to throw me off guard!"

"So, little innocent Janice wants to fuck me huh?"

"Not anymore, I'd rather fail then have to fuck an asshole like you."

"Is that so? I'll change the grade if you can fuck me good enough."

"I can fuck you well enough to give you a heart attack old man."

"So now I have to be old on top of being an asshole?"

"Shut up."

"What would you do to me dear sweet Janice." I could see his cock raising through his pants, I could also see how much he wanted to be in control of all this but I wouldn't allow that. He had pissed me off and now I'd show him I wasn't as innocent as he made me out to be.

"Take off your clothes."

"Now?"

"Yes, take them off!"

"Now lay on the floor."

"My office isn't the most comfortable place to do this."

"Did I ask you what you thought?"

He gave me a look of surprise mix with anger. I could tell that he hated the fact that I was commanding him but it was turning me on to watch this grown man do what I told him.

I took off my clothes and stood over him, letting him see my whole body.

"Do you like what you see Mr. Kellor?"

"Yes very much."

"Do you want this cunt?"

"Yes I do."

"Tell me, tell me you want it."

"I want your cunt."

I dropped down to my knees, letting the head of his cock barely touch my hot wet pussy. I began to move my hips slowly back and forth, running his cock up and down my slit. 

"I don't think you did a very good job at telling me you want my pussy. Do you want it? Do you want to feel your cock slipping in and out of my soft soaked cunt?"

"Yes, oh God yes."

"A little better. Do you want to feel your cock in my mouth, feel my lips sliding along your shaft as I suck you deep into my throat?"

"Fuck yes! Fuck me Janice! Fuck me now!"

I couldn't take my own teasing anymore. The feel of his member rubbing against my clit was too much. I moved my hips a little and quickly plunged his cock deep into my dripping cunt, raising myself so that I was sitting up at the same time. My professor let out a long low moan as his dick entered me and I smiled down at him.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes, your pussy feels wonderful."

I began to rock my hips back and forth, keeping him deep in my pussy. His cock felt great, and it wouldn't take me long to cum. I felt my cunt begin to tighten around his cock as my orgasm hit me, my juices began to flow from me and down my legs. As I began to come down I heard him talking, "I'm going to cum soon."

"Oh no you aren't."

I got off of him quickly and he gave me that angry look again. I went and got his chair, moving it to the center of the room. I sat down in it, spreading my legs over the arms, "come here and lick my pussy."

He said nothing as he sat up, placing his face in between my legs. He began to lick my inner thighs, cleaning up my cum that had spilled out. 

"I didn't say to lick my legs, I said to lick my pussy!"

He licked and sucked at my clit, with the orgasm that I had recently had I knew I wouldn't last long with his tongue either.

"Oh yes! That feels so good! Keep licking me! I'm going to cum!"

My legs closed around his head as I began to orgasm again. My body jolting from the chair as his tongue worked feverishly over my clit. I pushed his head away when I could take no more.

"Stand up. I want to suck your dick."

I leaned forward in the chair, taking the head of his cock in my mouth and sucking on it gently before I took it all the way down my throat. Slowly I swallow his whole length, letting him feel my lips sliding more and more down his shaft until my throat was completely filled with his cock. I began to languidly move my head back and forth always keeping him deep in my throat. 

I felt his hands go to my head and then he began pump his hips into me, gently at first but getting harder and deeper. I could no longer swallow my spit while he fucked my mouth and it dripped from my lips, down onto my tits.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth."

I answered back with a moan the vibrations of my voice making his cock jump in my mouth.

"I don't want you to quit but I want to feel that sweet pussy again before I cum."

I took his cock out of my mouth and began to stroke it, "do you? You don't want to cum down my throat?"

"As much as I'd love to cum in your mouth or all over that pretty face of yours, no I want to feel your cunt again."

"What if I won't let you? What if I want to taste your cum?"

"Girl you have to let me feel that tight cunt of yours again! I promise I'll change your grade."

"I don't care about my grade anymore. But I will let you fuck me again. I love the way your cock feels in me."

I got off the chair and moved to the floor, positioning myself on my hands and knees. He came up behind me, slamming his cock hard into my cunt. I yelled out in passion as he began to drive his dick deep into me.

"Oh yes fuck me! That feels so good! I love your cock! Oh God you're going to make me cum again! Fuck me harder!"

He moved his hips faster, grabbing onto my hips, and slamming my ass back into him as he fucked me.

"I'm going to cum."

"Cum in my pussy."

I felt the release of his cum shot deep within me, filling my cunt up with his hot seed as my own orgasm came to it's heights. We both fell to the floor exhausted. As our breathing began to slow down he turned to me, "I really will pass you Janice if that is what you really want."




Getting The Grade



I'd been flirting with him for the whole year, and he always flirted back - or so I thought. My friends knew I had an obsession with him and teased me about it all the time. They'd tell me he was way out of my league and that it was never going to happen. They mocked me, saying I loved him, and wanted his babies... and it was all bullshit. I honestly did just want to fuck him. At this time I was still a virgin, and I wasn't interested in the boys my age who were looking for a girlfriend for their first time. I had plenty of attention and lots of offers, but it wasn't for me. I wasn't like my friends who wanted to be in love on their first time. I didn't want to be loved - I just wanted to be fucked. And I wanted to be fucked by him.

I guess you could say that I was a little obsessed with Mr. Hughes... my science teacher.

I was always doing things to try to get his attention, like wearing a skirt that was a bit too short, or opening my shirt a button too far. Or not wearing any knickers when I sat on the front row. But he didn't seem to notice - or, if he did notice he pretended he didn't. You'd think after a while I'd stop trying, and sometimes I felt like I should just give up, but then I'd catch him staring at me in a thoughtful way and it would bring the heat right back...

*

It was almost the end of the final term. I was looking forward to the summer - festivals, sun and perhaps some frisky fun when I went on my hols. As it happened I was stuck in class, watching a movie about atoms and feeling hot, lazy and not bothered. I would have just skipped class and gone straight home for summer, but one thing was keeping me there. It was the last class of the year, and the class was being run by Mr. Hughes. And I'd gone all out - make up, heels, and a short skirt - as much as I could get away with. I sat in the front row, like an eager little schoolgirl, trying not to fall asleep on the desk just waiting for the movie to be over...

The lights came on and I realised I'd fallen asleep. The class was empty, bar me. I stood up, embarrassed and trying to locate the time, when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Are my classes that boring?"

I turned slowly, until I was looking into the gorgeous face of Him, The God. He stood about 6'1, solid and tanned, dark hair, and light blue eyes. I opened and closed my mouth but no words came out. He laughed.

"I thought you'd be the first one out for summer," He whispered, jokingly, nudging me gently... he strolled to the front of the class and started collecting his papers. Suddenly my senses came rolling back... it must have been the sight of his ass in those dark pants...

"Actually... sir" I sat on my desk and looked up at him from under my lashes," I was wondering if I could ask you a question."

He turned to me, smiling and snapped his briefcase shut.

"Sure," he said, advancing towards me, "What's the problem?"

I need you inside me, I thought, I want you like you wouldn't believe...

"This summer homework... I'm completely at a loss with it."

He nodded and took a seat beside me, motioning for me to join. Feeling like an idiot I sat down and took out my books. I hadn't even looked at the homework, this was gonna be a complete blag. I started rambling on about equations and other bollocks I couldn't really give a toss about. I heard him make 'hum' noises like he was listening and I was wondering how I could get out of this stupid situation - when I felt his hand on my thigh.

He'd placed it lightly just above my knee. I swallowed back a lump in my throat and carried on, stammering slightly. Surely he'd just put his hand there by mistake?

As my words turned to gibberish he moved his hand. But not away from me. He slid his fingers up my inner thigh, making me tremble - and almost pass out with excitement - until his fingertips rested gently on my flimsy, already wet panties.

I looked down at the table, because I didn't know what else to do. Although I'd wanted this for so long, I was suddenly so scared. Instead I turned the page and acted like nothing was happening. I don't know what I was saying; all I could hear was my heartbeat thudding inside my head. 

He took my hand, and hesitating for only a moment, placed it over the bulge forming in his trousers. Quite shocked I started to move away, but he held me there. 

"You've been teasing me all year, with those sexy little skirts and those pouty little looks. I just thought you'd like to know what they do to me."

I looked up at him - the shock clearly written on my face, as he proceeded to unbutton himself, his cock springing free into my hand, that he still held onto. I wanted to say something, but all I could do was stammer...

"N...no...n-no..."

I pulled my hand away, but it didn't deter him. He leant back in the chair, cock in hand, stroking it as he eyed me, laughing no doubt at my shyness.

"Come on... he laughed, beckoning me back with a finger, "You can't tell me this isn't what you want. You've acted like a whore all year... show me what you can do."

And with that he grabbed hold on my arm, pulled me close and kissed me on the lips, his tongue darting in and caressing mine. I couldn't resist. I could feel my pussy throbbing, telling me it needed serious attention. I broke away from his kiss and smiled nervously at him, bending my head to lick the tip of his cock, where a tiny bead of precum had formed. I savoured it, lapping it up and rolling my tongue around the head of his cock, and flicking lightly over the glands. He moaned softly, as I carried on licking, running my flat tongue up his shaft and teasing at the tip. I paused just for a second to admire all the lipstick marks I was leaving behind, then I wet my lips and took the head in my mouth, enjoying its heat and the feel of it sliding between my lips. I gradually started going deeper, preparing to take him down my throat... but it seemed he couldn't wait that long. He grasped my hair in his fist and forced my head down, at the same time bringing his hips up - his cock stretching my throat. I gagged, but got used to it quickly, allowing him to fuck my mouth brutally and thoroughly enjoying myself.

I could feel throbbing that told me he was due to come, and prepared myself to swallow, but to my surprise he pulled out, shoving me forcefully away.

I pulled my tangled hair off my face and rubbed my cheeks, which were hot and flushed. I looked at him, confused. He smiled at me, a dirty grin - he had something else planned. In one fluid motion he swept the books off the desk, pulled me to my feet and threw me onto the cold table top. His hands fumbled with the buttons on my blouse, getting annoyed he ripped it off with one hand and his teeth. The other hand was tugging down my sopping wet panties. I hadn't worn a bra that day, my breasts fell free when the blouse was gone, lying almost in shreds on the classroom floor. He admired them for a moment, cupping one gently, and then bent his head to suck my erect nipple. His wet mouth felt blissful on my skin, his breathing was hot and uneven, his hands roaming around my pussy stopped just above my clit, where he rubbed me with a fury. He worked me up like this until I was about to come, then suddenly stopped and thrust his cock deep into me...

The sting was so severe I nearly cried, and he looked down at me with a wicked smirk.

"I guess you weren't a whore after all."

But he didn't ease up, he didn't slow down, he carried on pounding me, harder and brutally faster until the pain gave way to an incredible pleasure. My ass was beaten raw from the cold, hard table, and he was biting on my nipple so hard I thought I might bleed trying to hold himself back, but I clenched my tight pussy round him as a wave of orgasm ran through me. I couldn't hold in my scream as he pushed further in, grabbing a handful of my flesh as he filled me with cum. He clamped his hand over my mouth, and I bit down on his fingers until my orgasm ended and my body went limp. I giggled. He pulled out of me and dressed himself, leaving me in a blissed out, half naked state on the tabletop. He straightened his tie, picked up his briefcase and went to leave like nothing had happened. Just before he opened the door though he turned to me, face all business, without a hint of what had just happened, and said:

"Don't bother with the homework; you're got an A+"

And he just left me there, bruised and sore and sloppy. With a huge smile on my face.



Getting the Grade



Heather sat in class more distracted than usual. Ever since her regular teacher had become ill 5 weeks earlier she has struggled to pay attention in class. It wasn't that she didn't understand the course material, no, the problem was the Student Teacher they had assigned to finish out the rest of the school year. 

Mr. Johnson, or Mr. Matt as he had the students called him, was barely over 22 years old. Hardly older than the assortment of 17 and 18 year olds he taught in his class. Everyone liked him as a teacher, he was youthful, full of energy and liked to think outside of the box. More than a few girls had even fostered crushes on him, as they found his personality, knowledge and brilliant blue eyes a potent combination. Heather just so happened to be one of these girls.

Heather often had innocent crushes on her teachers, if you could even call them crushes. A strong affinity towards them. But now in her 18th year, her body was beginning to change, her needs and wants were becoming more adult. With that growing awareness a new sort of crush began to grow on her, one tinged with lust. 

Mr. Matt noticed one of his students, Heather, wasn't paying attention to his lecture again. Inwardly he sighed. The grade book indicated she was an excellent student prior to his arrival, he could tell she had all the right habits, but somehow since he'd started teaching her grades had just plummeted. He was pretty sure she wasn't going to pass the class this quarter. 

This was the first time he had been given a chance to teach without any supervision, a chance to prove himself; he couldn't have former A students failing his class. Teaching was far more difficult than he expected, and not for the obvious reasons. Many of the girls in class obviously had crushes on him, most of them far more attractive than any girl he had ever had when he was in High School. Watching their eyes, their minds thinking about him, maybe even wanting him, was more than he could handle. He always had a hard time controlling his body, and now it was getting to the point where he nearly taught all day with a concealed erection in his pants.

Worst of all was Heather. The brilliant girl with beautiful features was more than he could handle it. He wanted her, he admitted to himself, wanted her more than any other girl he'd ever known.

He finished his lecture and began passing out the grades on a recent test, he hovered just a moment longer at Heather's desk to get a few more secret glimpses of her before handing her a paper with an F written on it. Once everyone had their grades he sat back down at his desk and waited for the bell to ring.

Heather was devastated, she was too busy thinking about Matt, about what his body could do to hers that she hardly noticed the paper placed on her desk at first. But then as she glanced over it, her failure dawned. This test was her last chance to pass the class. If she failed the class she wouldn't be able to graduate on time! She'd have to take summer school and she'd fall behind everyone. Not to mention how upset everyone would be at her! She looked up at Mr. Matt sitting in his desk as the last of her peers filed out of the room, she had to do something, anything!, to get this grade changed. She had to get him to listen.

She grabbed the paper and headed for Matt's desk.

Matt was glad class was over, soon he'd be able to let his cock out for some much needed air. He watched the various students leave, pleased that it was the end of the day. He looked back to his class and realized there was only one student left, and she was headed straight for him. "Ugh", he thought, "i hate confrontations".

Still it was Heather, the most beautiful girl in his class, he mused, and decided to pull out his aching cock anyways. She wouldn't be able to see it, and he felt especially clever and a little naughty for being able to touch it with his left hand even while he had a completely innocent conversation with her. 

Heather who had been approaching her student teacher's desk noticed Matt's face go from vague annoyance to an almost mischievous grin as he slipped his left hand beneath his desk.

"What can I help you with today, Ms. Smith" he asked.

She frowned and placed the test on his desk, she noticed minor movements in his left arm and wondered what he was doing, " There has to be something I can do to get my grade up!" she pleaded, " this can't stand! I'll fail the class and not be able to graduate! I was going to go to college..everything will be ruined. Please!"

She watched as he looked at the paper than back to her, his left arm still just noticeably moving.

"I am sorry Ms. Smith, but it's out of my hands. All extra credit projects were due last week and I can't just let you retake this test." 

She fumed. Out of his hands?! He was the teacher! Why was he doing this to her! Why was he destroying her! She knew he was merciful, that he would work with her, if she just figured out the right thing to say, but she was a loss! Either way it certainly wasn't out of his hands.. speaking of hands..what is he doing with his left hand? Is he texting someone? Is her plight so unimportant he isn't even giving her the benefit of his full attention? Well I'll show him, she decided.

"Mr. Matt I'll do anything to get my grade back up! Whatever it takes!" she asked one last time.

As he began to shake his head, she quickly pushed his chair back in order to reveal his texting hand, perhaps if she proved he wasn't even listening she'd be able to guilt him into helping her. 

But what she say was not a cell phone.

Heather had never seen a man's hard cock before. The closest she had ever gotten was reading a few books that during a passionate scene might make a vague reference to a man's organ. Those books always did manage to excite her, but this...this was so much more. There only inches in front of her face was a large, hard cock, throbbing with excitement. It was bigger than she imagined and suddenly she felt herself becoming very aroused. For weeks she had lusted after this man, and now out of nowhere his beautiful manhood stood before her, almost beckoning her to take the next step. 

Matt stared in horror as his student pushed his chair on wheels back, revealing himself to her. At first he thought she was going to scream, that his job would be ruined, that he'd be labeled a pervert and never allowed to work in public education again. But then he saw the way her eyes were transfixed on upon extremely erect cock. Suddenly he had an idea, it was risky, but it couldn't really get much worse than it already had.

"Anything Ms. Smith, anything at all?" He asked slowly, trying to feign confidence. 

For a moment she didn't move, but than slowly her face tilted towards his. He looked into her eyes and saw burning desire.

She nodded slowly, and whispered "Anything."

He felt a surge of triumph, his job was not ruined, he still had hope. But than those any other rational thoughts began to subside as his own unmitigated lust began to take over.

"Touch it Ms. Smith" He suddenly commanded.

She lifted up her small beautiful hand and slowly moved it towards his throbbing organ. She touched just the tip of it with her finger, carefully trying to gauge just what one felt like.

"Grasp it in your hand." His growing steady, comfortable.

She bent her fingers and thumb along his long shaft and held it tightly. She felt the veins in his cock pulsating against palm. 

"What do you think of it Ms. Smith?" He asked.

She paused for the briefest of moments than stammered, "It's beautiful"

"Kiss it" he said.

She glanced around unsure. Then slowly bent down and kissed it on its tip, she tasted just the slightest hint of salt.

"Lick it" The iron quality in his voice seemed to waver a bit with that command.

Heather got on her knees inbetween Matt's legs, his cock now in her face. She slid her tongue from the very tip of it all the way down the base, then back to the tip again. Unprompted she began kissing it all over and then looked Matt straight in the eyes. "May I suck it?"

Shocked, Matt only managed a nod.

Heather than swallowed up Matt's Cock inside her mouth. It was so large that at first she struggled to keep her teeth off it, but once she got it down she began sliding, and sucking the bulging length within her mouth.

Matt struggled to keep his moans down, not wanting them to escape into the hall. Once Matt's entire sock was soaked in her salivia she began to stroke the base of it with her right hand, as she continued to suck everything above it. She worked faster and faster, trying to push him over the edge, trying to taste her first cum.

Suddenly he grunted, and white hot cum filled her mouth. She struggled to swallow as much of it as she could, while some of it leaked out her mouth and down his pulsating cock. She pulled her mouth off him and licked the escaping cum off of him.

She stood up, while she had enjoyed sucking her young teacher's cock, the burning passion in her pussy was now too much to bare. 

Matt, still at loss to what she had done struggled to take back control, "Ms. Smith you sho-"

She cut him off, "Call me Heather."

She stood back from him and began to undress herself slowly.

"I've seen you watch me" she said smugly.

She pulled off her shirt, revealing her breasts in a beautiful bra. Than she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her pants, but left her socks on.

Matt's cock that had been going slack since he came in her mouth started to harden once more.

She smiled, "The things I'll do for a good grade."

She walked over to Matt and pulled his shirt off, even has he unclasp her bra. She stepped back as he marveled in her young perky breasts, and watched wide eyed as she removed her panties. The hunger in his face obvious as he stood up and kicked off his pants.

"Bend over my desk, Heather" He commanded, somehow propelled by lust back into a position of command.

She did as he asked, with her lovely naked ass now the highest point of her body. He gets on his knees and begins kissing up her thighs, all the way up to just below her ass. He than takes his hands and opens her ass cheeks wide, kissing up into her watering pussy just below it. He licks deep into her shivering pussy, than sucks on her clit for a while, finally flicking it with his tongue as quick as he can. With each new lick her body shudders, waves of pleasure surging through her. After a while he moves up a little higher and licks around her clean asshole.

"Matt!" she gasps in surprise.

Matt stands up behind her and slaps his hard cock against her ass, "lets just see how far you'll really go for that grade!"

Suddenly Heather feels his thick cock sliding into her pussy. Her muscles contract then widen to allow the massive object inside of her. She moans immediately as her virgin pussy swallows its first cock. 

"Oooh Matt I've wanted this for so long" she manages to whisper.

"Me too my love" He says, forgetting just for a moment the school fantasy they are role playing.

Matt slides his cock slowly and gently in and out of Heather's pussy. Getting her used to the sensation, getting her pussy used to his cock.

"Ohhh Ms.Smith" he breaths" your pussy feels soo good."

Heather can only mange to grunt a reply as his pounding thrusts begin to pick up speed. In and out he thrusts, in and out. A constant rhythmic motion that threatens to send her to the very edges of pleasure.

"Ooohhh Yess" she cries inbetween thrusts.

Suddenly Matt pulls out of her completely, leaving a strange empty feeling between her legs. Before she has a chance to ask why she feels his hands on her, moving her.

Matt turns Heather onto her side, her ass is still hanging off the desk and her head is still on the desk, he than lifts one of her legs straight up and rests it along his chest, shoulder and next to his head. He encloses the leg with one of his arms and puts his other on her head, pinning her into the desk as he re-enters her wet pussy. With her legs now spread far apart her opening is even more accessible and his thrusts go even deeper into her.

"Ohh ohh ohh ohh" she mutters against the onslaught of his fevered motions. "Fucccck me, oh Matt baby ffuuuuckk me."

Matt's movements quicken as he adds his own voice to the chorus, " Oooh yeaah I always knew you wanted it dirty, such a dirty little school girl, wanting my cock, wanting to be fucked! Come on, fuck me fuck me fuck me!"

Heather wails as her last barriers give up and her body oozes with orgasm. Matt pulls his cock out and shoots its sweet cum all over her sweaty shivering body.

Matt steps over to the desk and puts his softening cock next to her mouth.

"Lick it clean" he demands.

She does as he asks and then he starts getting dressed. She slowly gets up off the desk and begins pulling on her clothes as well.

After she's all cleaned up and ready to depart she turns to him. "So..about my grade"

"I'll see you tomorrow after class" He answers.

She walks away smiling, knowing that the rest of her senior year will be very exciting in deed.



Getting the Grade



She walked into his office knowing what this meeting was about. Earlier that day, Sarah had received an email from one of her professors wanting to discuss an important topic. While the email didn't specify what the topic was, Sarah knew her last paper was below standards. She had just started dating someone and, while she knew she shouldn't, Sarah was putting less effort into her school work and more into her new relationship. She knew a poor grade on this assignment would jeopardize her educational career and she was ready to work hard to make it right. She was going to buckle down and complete whatever her professor assigned her in order to bring up her grade.

As she entered, Sarah took in her surroundings. It was a large office, walls lined with large bookshelves and diagrams of the human body. In one corner was a couch and small coffee table for more casual meetings. Directly in front of her was a massive oak desk cluttered with papers and knickknacks. Behind the desk sat Sarah's professor, Dr. Brian Harris.

Dr. Harris was a genius. He had made countless contributions to medical science and developed a new method to treat patients with degenerative muscular diseases. He had been offered many jobs at a variety of prestigious universities but ultimately chose this one partially because of its reputation but mostly because of its perks. He was given a hefty salary, large office, access to any equipment he needed and as many grad students as he wanted. Making it all more impressive, Dr. Harris was the youngest professor at the university. Being only a few years older than most of his students and very good looking, Brian had a reputation for sleeping with some of his pupils. The university knew about his extracurricular activities but chose to ignore them. With all the potential Dr. Harris had, the university wanted to do anything they could to keep him on staff, even if it meant dismissing some accusations from female students.

Sarah knew of his reputation but found it hard to believe the university would cover up something so scandalous. Never the less, Dr. Harris was a man and Sarah came prepared. Hoping to influence her professor's decision, Sarah chose her clothes carefully. She picked out a white blouse with buttons up the front that could be undone to show a bit of cleavage while still remaining professional. She paired with it a sleek black skirt that began high on her waste but stopped mid thigh. Combined with her 3 inch heels, Sarah looked professional but definitely turned heads walking through the building. Taking a seat across from Dr. Harris, Sarah definitely caught his attention. She was in a happy relationship so she wasn't going to sleep with him but it's hard for a man to disagree with a beautiful woman.

"Mrs. Walker, I think you know why you are here," he began. "This last paper of yours was an absolute joke." He tossed the paper across his desk and it landed on Sarah's lap. "If this is the quality of work you are capable of, I don't know if there is a place for you at this institution. This is the type I would expect from high school students, not a 20-something grad student." Sarah diverted her eyes as she began to tear up from his berating. "I don't know what to do with you."

"Please give me another chance, Dr. Harris; I'll do whatever you ask. I can't get kicked out of school. My parents will kill me." Sarah pleaded while trying to hold back the tears. "I'll do anything."

This was not going at all like she had planned. Completely embarrassed and made to feel as tiny as an ant in front of her professor, all Sarah could think about was leaving as soon as possible. She didn't want to be in this office a minute longer than she had to.

"Here is what we will do," started Dr. Harris. "I will give you one week to rewrite this paper. If after one week this isn't the best paper you ever wrote, I will send my recommendation to the school board to drop you from the university. Understand?"

"Oh yes, Dr. Harris. I understand completely," Sarah stammered as she stood up and headed towards the door. "Thank you so much! I won't let you down."

"Not so fast Mrs. Walker."

Sarah stopped at the door wishing she could just open it and leave.

"I have given you a chance to make up for your mistakes but that doesn't mean we are through. You still need to be punished for getting yourself into this situation," Said Dr. Harris. "Lock the door."

Sarah's eyes widened as she turned the lock on the handle of the large wooden door.

"Turn around," ordered Dr. Harris as he stood up and walked around his desk. "Do you know happens to girls who misbehave?"

"I don't know" said Sarah meekly.

"I think you do" encouraged Dr. Harris looking down on Sarah like a hungry dog looks at a scared kitten.

"I promise I don't," Sarah replied.

"They get spanked," he said with a smile. "Girls who misbehave get spanked." Dr. Harris turned a chair to face Sarah and sat down. "Now, are you going to accept your punishment or do I need to make a call to the school board?"

A thousand thoughts ran through Sarah's head. She didn't want to get spanked but she needed to stay in school. What if her boyfriend found out? What if Dr. Harris kicked her out anyway? There was no way to know but in the end she had to risk it.

Sarah timidly walked towards her professor. "Good choice," began Dr. Harris. "Lay down across my lap, Sarah." She complied; her arms and head hanging down on one side of his lap and her legs on the other. Her skirt pulled tight against her ass in this bent over position. "I don't want you making any noise. I'm going to continue spanking you until I feel you are properly punished. If I hear any sound out of your mouth it will only get worse for you. Do you understand?"

Sarah nodded her head hoping her professor would be gentle.

SMACK! Even though she knew what was about to happen, the first hit took her off guard. Without meaning to she let out a yelp. "What did I tell you about staying quiet?" Dr. Harris scolded while lifting up the back of her skirt, exposing her white lace panties. "Now it's going to hurt even more. Keep your mouth shut!"

SMACK! Sarah was better prepared for this hit and managed to stay quiet. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her ass burned from the repeated abuse. SMACK! She didn't know how much more she could take. SMACK! Tears streamed down her face. SMACK! As much as she hated it and hated to admit, the spanking was making her pussy wet. Sarah was angry at her body for betraying her. Bent over the knee of her professor, ass red under her panties from the beating, Sarah felt a wet spot begin to form in her panties. Dr. Harris must have noticed it as well because his paused from the spanking and began to rub is hand over her warm ass.

"It seems as if our naughty girl is enjoying herself," he said sliding his hand between her legs to feel the wetness in her panties.

"Please stop!" begged Sarah reaching back to try and block his hand.

SMACK! 

"Obviously you don't know how to keep your mouth shut," boomed Dr. Harris. "I guess we will just have to find something to fill it," he continued pulling down Sarah's panties with one hand while holding her down with the other. Sarah squirmed and kicked but in her compromised position there wasn't much she could do.

Dr. Harris balled her damp lace panties and pressed them against her lips. "Open," he commanded. Sarah shook her head. "Now!" he demanded as he angrily pressed them harder against her lips. Again Sarah shook her head in refusal. 

Sarah let out a gasp has she felt 2 fingers dive deep into her dripping pussy. The gasp was all Dr. Harris needed to stuff the gag in his student's mouth. Sarah could taste herself as her tongue pressed against the wet spot in her panties. Keeping his hand over her mouth, Dr. Harris resumed his assault on the helpless grad student's pussy. His fingers slid in and out of her easily, coating his hand in her juices.

"I knew you were enjoying this, you little slut," he said as he pulled out his dripping fingers and again smacked Sarah's rosy pink ass.

As she squirmed, Sarah quickly realized the spanking was having a similar effect on Dr. Harris. She could feel his hardening cock pressing through his pants into her stomach. It was difficult to tell from her position but Dr. Harris was much larger than her boyfriend. His cock continued to grow as her alternated between fingering and spanking his student. Each smack made Sarah's ass burn and become a more red. But her ass wasn't the only thing on fire. Her pussy was aching with desire as Dr. Harris continued to fondle her.

Keeping one hand covering her mouth, Dr. Harris used his other hand to grasp Sarah's hair and pull her to her feet. He spun her around so she was backed up against his desk. "I hope you can now see what happens when you disobey me. You are to keep your panties in your mouth and follow my instructions silently and without hesitation. Understand?" Dr. Harris directed.

Sarah nodded and kept her mouth shut has he removed is hands from her mouth and hair. 

"Good," he said, "I want you to remove your shirt."

Sarah's eyes widened but she stayed quiet. Slowly she brought her hands to the top button of her blouse. As she began to unbutton, she regretted her clothing choice. Underneath her thin white blouse was a white satin and lace bra that matched the panties stuffed in her mouth.

One by one Sarah undid the buttons, each one exposing more and more of her chest and stomach. Once the last button was undone, Sarah let her blouse fall to the floor at her feet. Standing in front of her professor in only a bra, skirt and heels, Sarah felt very exposed. 

Dr. Harris smiled as he gave her his next instruction, "Lift your skirt and spread your legs. I want to see my naughty girl's wet pussy."

Spreading her legs, she gripped the front of her skirt with one hand and lifted, exposing her shaved pussy. Sarah was horrified when she felt the wetness in her pussy begin to drip down her leg. Her face turned as red as her abused ass. Dr. Harris reached forward and slid his hand over her wet hole. Sarah stood there unable to move as a shutter ran through her. Her professor's hands probed her wet slit and rubbed her needy clit. She couldn't believe how aroused she had become being forced to expose herself. 

"Now turn around and show me your hot ass," He demanded. Sarah complied reluctantly as he grabbed her by the hair and pinned her against the desk. Handprints were clearly visible on the poor student's bottom. She could feel the outline of his hard cock pressing between her cheeks. He forced her head down until her breasts and head were pressed against his hard desk. Unable to move Sarah could only listen as he unzipped his pants and removed his raging cock.

Gently his massive rod parted Sarah's wet lips and slipped deep into her pussy. A muffled moan escaped her panty filled mouth. Slowly at first, Dr. Harris fucked his student. In and out, each time reaching deeper and stretching her tight pussy open more. As Sarah began to accept the giant intruder inside of her, Dr. Harris picked up speed, slamming his body into the young coed. Thrust after thrust he pounded his cock into her warm wet pussy. Every time he buried himself into her, he would press against her ass, reminding Sarah of the spanking she just received. He pulled back on Sarah's hair as her thighs slammed into the edge of the desk. She would surely have a bruise to explain to her boyfriend after being rammed into the desk repeatedly.

Sarah gripped the desk as she felt the first of her orgasms swell up inside of her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. Sarah's orgasm only encouraged him to fuck her harder.

After her third orgasm, Dr. Harris pulled Sarah to her feet by her hair. Weak from exhaustion, she immediately collapsed to her knees in front of his desk. Just because Sarah was done didn't mean Dr. Harris was. Before she could realize what was happening, Dr. Harris removed the panties and forced his slick wet cock into Sarah's mouth. Again she tasted her own juices on her tongue. Filling her entire mouth, Dr. Harris pressed on sliding back into the poor girl's throat. Sarah instinctively tried to pull away but found her head was pinned between his cock and the equally hard oak desk.

Sarah gagged as he fucked her mouth and throat with the same energy and force as he had just fucked her pussy. She did the best she could to breathe through her nose as he relentlessly filled her throat with his massive cock.

Soon Dr. Harris let out a moan and Sarah gripped his thighs as he shot stream after stream of hot cum down her throat. Not giving her a choice, he forced her to swallow his massive load. As he withdrew himself from her throat, Sarah could taste his semen on his cock as it brushed over her tongue.

She sat on the ground, propped up against the desk trying to process what had just happened. On the floor of her professor's office she sat half naked in a puddle of her own juices, tears running down her face, ass and pussy aching, her stomach full of her professors cum. Was staying in school really worth all of this? How was she going to explain the bruises on her thighs to her boyfriend?

Dr. Harris threw Sarah her blouse and told her to get dressed. Weakly she put the shirt back on and began to look around the room for her panties. 

"I will be keeping these," said Dr. Harris, holding her wet balled up panties in his hand.

Slowly Sarah stood on weak knees, grabbed her essay and walked to the door. Each step she took, she could feel her pussy leaking down her leg. It was going to be a long walk home. On the way home Sarah realized every time she worked on her paper this week, she would be reminded of what just occurred. Hopefully she would be able to finish her paper without getting too turned on.



Getting the Grade



'Thwack, thwack, thwack.'

The sound of his balls clattering against Tisha's pretty little ass made its muffled way across his office. He pushed deeper into her dripping, shaven pussy to the squeals and moans of the third year student laid amongst the papers on his desk. She wrapped her dark, toned legs around him and pulled him deeper still into the hidden recesses of her most intimate parts as he pulsed rapidly finally firing a shot of hot creamy liquid deep into her pussy. She came as the seminal fluid coated her insides, squeezing his meaty cock inside her. Her body shook sending papers and documents fluttering to the floor. Her pert little tits shook as her back arched and Dan reached out to grasp at the mounds of flesh before him, pulling at her nipples and drawing the sprawling areolae to a peak atop bulges of womanly charm.

He pulled his cock from the warm wet channel she had provided for him and in doing so released a combination of fluids which pooled on the desk in a burgeoning dip, itself the result of many wipes to remove the evidence of 'inappropriate behaviour' within the confines of this secluded office he had secured for himself.

Dan grabbed a tissue and wiped himself down then, without a care tucked in, zipped up and busied himself with collecting the papers Tisha had knocked to the floor. He had to be more careful, it'd be a pain if papers from different assignments got mixed up. He didn't have the time for that kind of pain. Or the tolerance.

"So, how's that grade coming on" managed Tisha as she removed some of the more evident residue of her 'best efforts' on the Laws of Thermodynamics assignment. Dan looked up to assure her with a blank and emotionless smile that he was happy she'd put in the effort required and stretched herself enough to achieve a good pass. He thought of himself as a king of innuendo and was particularly proud of that. After all, she wasn't exactly gaping and he had had to force 'the issue'.

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Tisha left looking a little dishevelled but, all things considered pretty good. Afros didn't really 'mess up' despite the amount of opportunities this one had had in the last 20 minutes. She quietly closed the door before confidently walking down the stairs back into the world of normality where screwing your tutor for a better grade stays in the realm of fiction on the net!

Dan thought to himself about the girl's body, her deep brown skin, those pretty little tits and her slim but not bony physique. She wouldn't be his first choice, and he'd had a lot to choose from over the years. He'd decided he preferred the older students, in their early 20's, third years, and, whilst he might not admit it to the other chauvinistic professors he preferred the fuller figure. Much fuller. Like Verity.

Funny enough Verity sat next to Tisha most of the time and they worked together on assignments. He imagined the two of them naked together, working each other's body to orgasm and him watching on, ready to join in, to slide his cock deep into...

'Knock, knock'

He jumped up, adrenaline pulsing through him as it dawned on him that he had a meeting with the bursar about now to secure funding for next year. Probably a formality but he'd better make sure he was presentable and not sporting a semi.

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The meeting seemed to take forever and when he left his head was still full of the young girl he'd been screwing not three hours ago. He'd decided he'd be happy to take her again. She was interesting and he had to admit she'd made him explode pretty quickly, and it felt good.

As he plodded back to his office he noticed footsteps pacing to catch him up. Dan turned to find Verity almost out of breath. Bollocks, had her friend told her all about it and now she was here to screw him over, tell the board about what he'd been getting away with?

He noticed her little dolly shoes, short skirt and top that hung seductively between her enormous breasts, flowing down onto her cute, rounded belly. He managed to make eye contact in time, drawing his gaze away from her bouncing cleavage. She was still wearing her glasses and her hair was down around her shoulders as if she hadn't had time to do anything with it.

"Can I talk to you about this assignment, only I've been able to do everything else and, oh Dan, it's just terrible, I'm lost, I don't get it and there's no time left. I don't know what I'm going to do"

They reached the door to his office and he opened it to allow her through. He carefully entered with his back to her closing the door carefully behind him. He caught it just in the right way for the dodgy old lock to set enough and stop any unwanted intrusions. Years of practise.

She sat down in one of the big seats in front of his desk and he sat against the table in front of her. It was a perfect view down her top from his vantage point and difficult to keep eye contact, but if he played this right he wouldn't need to sneak a dirty peek.

"Is there anything I can do to help my grade" she quietly ushered as she shifted in her chair making her skirt ride up her pale white legs just a little. At the same time her hands straightened her top bringing the line of the low-slung garment lower still.

"What were you thinking?" he offered catching and holding eye contact with her vibrant blue iris's.

She stood, bringing her ample body towards him. Spreading her legs around his she pushed her crotch against his feeling his already hardening rod. Her breasts rested lightly against his chest for a moment before she forced her soft, supple mass towards him for his delectation. He failed to resist and grasped at her top removing it in one brief movement. Before him this blonde bespectacled 250 lb bombshell heaved her heavy bosom in anticipation. She reached to the front of her satin bra and released the ribbon straining to hold the cups together. They sprang away letting the beautiful orbs of flesh sag just slightly onto her belly. They rested against his chest and he couldn't resists removing his own shirt to feel the soft mass of tit-flesh against his bare chest.

Frenzy took over him as he ripped her skirt down to reveal her cotton panties. She kicked her dolly shoes away and dropped to her knees fumbling with his zipper to release the only thing that might just get her the grade she needed. 

She pulled his shorts from his waist and gasped at the size of the monster ready and willing in front of her face but he brought her to her feet and laid her down on the desk amongst the papers. Her hair spread across the desk but her pert belly softened only slightly as she grasped those massive, heaving tits in preparation for the onslaught of the hungry male about to ravage them.

He stood, cock poised at the entrance to her moist pussy, its tip wetted slightly by her flowing juices as he took in the image of her huge breasts topped with dark, sprawling areolae. He pushed slightly, the head of his cock parting her pussy lips. She let out a faint moan and grasped at her tits again. He slid in further as the soft walls of flesh closed in around him. He felt her body almost draw him upwards to fill every part of her most intimate parts, squeezing and massaging his pulsating cock. He grasped at her body pulling it towards his. She pushed herself up onto her hands and as they came together in passionate lust he rammed his cock deep into her pussy. She moaned deeply as he rhythmically worked her body, bringing her quickly to orgasm. She exploded in a mix of sweat and flowing juices and he felt the trickle of cum slide relentlessly across his pulsing balls.

She offered him her huge tits to suck and drawing her protruding nipple deep into his mouth he bit. A wave of pleasure ran through her body, combining with his and he burst deep inside her pussy. Harder and faster he pumped into her wet, loose pussy, pulling out and ramming back in further, thrusting his pulsating cock, penetrating deeper and deeper into this young girls wanting body. Her body stiffened and slumped time and time again as she came to an undignified climax, exploding with a scream, tightening around him and forcing a final explosion of juice from his rock hard member.

Gasping he slumped against her soft, quivering body before sliding from within the folds of her sex and slumping onto the waiting chair. She dropped off the table and to her knees and with little thought for the oozing juices emanating from her she set to work hoovering every last drop of seamen from his shaft, licking hilt to head and drinking down all that she could not wanting to waste a drop of the salty, white liquid.

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Verity fell back against the table, legs aching and glasses slightly off-kilter. She heaved sigh after sigh and Dan watched her massive chest rise and fall. Speechless he looked at the plump body of this twenty year old beauty and wished she'd been less of a model student, that she'd had more below par assignments. He delicately helped her to dress and once she had slipped back through his door set about tidying the room, hoping that Verity wouldn't need the excuse of some essay to visit again.



Getting The Grade



I turned and stared at him for a while, then I made up my mind, "No, Daniel that isn't what I want. I don't want to get a good grade just because I know I can fuck. I want to fix what I'm doing wrong and do it on my own."

"I could help you. I could tell you everything that you are doing wrong and tell you how to fix it."

"Could you? Or is that just some feeble attempt to get me to fuck you again?"

He laughed, "no, I'm not trying to attempt anything but I would really like to see more of you. If there is one thing you can do well that would be fucking."

I giggled, "well, I think something could be arranged but wouldn't you get in trouble if anyone found out?"

"Yeah but I don't care about that. If you could keep quiet then no one would ever find out."

"Well then I think we have ourselves a deal. You help me with what I'm doing wrong and I'll fuck you whenever you want it."

"Great, but one other thing. Please, please keep wearing those types of outfits. I love them."

I smiled at him, "Okay I will."

For the rest of the semester I worked hard with Mr. Kellor to correct what I was doing wrong and passed the class with a B, which was fine with me. We'd get together even after I was out of his class so that we could fuck but I grew bored of that and eventually stopped seeing him. I knew I had made him mad by doing this but I figured he'd fine another freshman girl who couldn't pass his class either and moved on with my own life.