0 comments/ 47207 views/ 11 favorites My Professor Pt. 02 By: pj I woke up early the next morning and found myself on what was undoubtedly Paul’s bed. He was nowhere to be seen, nor were his roommates. I gathered my belongings, tried to straighten out my hair when I realized that it was silly considering my tattered clothing and torn shirt. I hope that it would be too early for anyone to be out on the streets after partying on Friday night. I took my things with me, did my best to hold my shirt together and let myself out of the apartment. After a few wrong turns, I successfully navigated myself out of the apartment building. An impressively nice place made me wonder if our school actually paid enough to support this kind of housing. Once outside, I quickly made my way back to the campus and into my building without anyone noticing me. I dropped my tattered clothing into the wastebasket in my dorm room, grabbed my towel, robe, and other supplies before hurrying down to the bathroom to shower. I breathed deeply under the warm water of the shower. I was still a little shocked of the events last night. I had what was by far, the best sex I have ever experienced. And to think that it was far from what I was expecting. I found myself rubbing my skin quite sensually while thinking about last night. My nipples were still tender from being bitten so harsh. I actually winced when I squeezed them. I ran my fingers up around my neck; I could feel a bit of dried blood on the side and I can’t help thinking how he’d broken my skin when he bit me. My fingers traveled over my wet skin as the water poured on me. Everything that happened the night before was swirling circles in my head. Virtually, without even realizing it, my hand began to drift down past my stomach. I moaned softly as my fingers began rubbing and stroking my tender clit. My body quivered as I touched myself. I was glad that no one else was in the bathroom this morning as my moans slowly got louder. All I could think about was the sensation of his hand round my neck, and the fierce passion that lay beneath his seemingly innocent self. As my moans got louder and my breathing grew quicker, I longed for him to be the one rubbing my swollen clit. I was wishing that he was fucking me in the shower. With all those thoughts in my head, I ripped into an incredible orgasm. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out and waking everyone on our floor. I figured that if I didn’t finish showering soon, I might never get out of the shower stall. Hence, I quickly shampooed, rinsed and moved on to the towel drying my body. I put on my robe and walked back to my room. Once I was there, I tried to move about as quietly as possible to avoid waking up my roommate. I glanced in the mirror, quite amazed at the damage that I saw. Bit up neck, not to mention bruised from being half strangled, and having few more bruises and scrapes on my wrists from the brick wall. What would the friends think? I quickly dressed, blotted a bit of makeup to cover some of my battle wounds, and prepared to head out to the library to study for the infamous test with the infamous teacher who just fucked my brains out last evening. On one hand, you would probably think that I would get a good grade no matter what I handed in at this point. But then again, I had this terrible fear of disappointing him by doing poorly. I was going to ace this test even if it kills me. I grabbed a lipstick and wrote a quick note on the mirror for my roommate when I walked out of the door. I told her not to worry as I went out to the library to study. I spent the weekend in the library studying hard. I kept to myself, hidden away in a corner so only few people would see my bruises and cuts. I only return to my room late at night when I am sure that my roommate is already sleeping, and leave again in the morning while she was still sleeping. I wasn’t prepared to give any explanation for my injuries. Before I knew it, it was already Monday morning… the time of my exam. I have specific outfit to wear that morning, tiny denim skirt and a tight white tank top… low cut of course. A black bra seemed to go best with the ensemble as one could undoubtedly see the bra through the white top with the edges showing above the low cut shirt. I slipped on a black lace thong under my skirt, and wore a black heeled sandal to finish off the ensemble. I grabbed my black party purse, slipped a pencil, a pen, a calculator, pack of chewing gum, my student ID, and threw in two blow pops from out of our candy jar before heading out to class. I had put on just a slight amount of makeup, though not really enough to cover my battle wounds. I want him to see what he’d done to me. I walked into my classroom. It was empty. This concerned me little since I was at least an hour early for my test. I picked a seat in the front row where I was sure I’d be noticed. I sat down, adjusted my clothing were it was most flattering, fixed my hair and applied a bit more lip-gloss. I sat there looking generally pretty waiting for the teacher. Some students drifted in early and took seats around the room. I got a few concerned looks from other students. Although nobody among them was really close to me to come over to ask and chat. Most of them rarely made it in on time. About a half hour before the test started, Paul wandered into the room with the stack of test papers. He sat on the front row and surveyed those who came in early. They all bustled about studying and checking over their notes one last time, whereas I just sat there smiling innocently. An empty desk and a little purse by my side. Paul smirked as he stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down. By the look of his face, I would say that he approved not only of my outfit but also the many bruises and scrapes I have. He had an almost proud look in him. And I can’t help thinking… Who could blame him? He was the best fuck I could ever hoped for. Then, he shook his head, stood up, and walked over to my seat. “No last minute cramming then, Miss Kristen?” he asked. I smiled and looked up at him. “No, I think I have everything I need for the test today,” I said inhaling deeply as I stuck my chest out to tease. He shook his head again, leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I do hope you are prepared for this test Miss Kristen. I ‘d hate to see you fail on the account of assuming a killer set of tits would get you an A in my course.” I simply smiled. “I’m quite sure I am prepared, thank you.” He nodded and walked away. He stopped at few other desks and chatted with the other students as the room quickly filled up. Before I knew it, it was time to start the test. Paul passed out the papers, giving me a bit of a smirk as he handed me mine. I sat with the test blank on my desk as he handed out the remaining papers. I was waiting for him to sit back down in the front. Finally, when he was in front again, he glanced at my desk and noticed I had not begun my test yet. I smirked at him and leaned down to grab my purse. I pulled my lip-gloss out and applied it on my lips generously, leaving my lips looking quite moist and supple. Paul stared from his seat, quite disapprovingly I noticed. I smiled before taking my pencil and calculator my bag, turned over my paper, and began my test. I finished my test quickly. It was a piece of cake after all that studying. I put my pencil and calculator back in my purse, glanced at my watched as I mentally checked my answers. I can’t help thinking that I finished my exam with still 40 minutes to go. It must be some kind of record. I strutted up to the front, placed my paper down on his desk with a little smirk before turning to walk out of the room. However, he grabbed my arm before I had the chance to. I spun around quite surprised. Just having his hand touch me sent chills up my spine. “Excuse me, but could stay until the end of the exam Kristen? I believe we need to have a discussion regarding your grades in this course.” With a raised eyebrow and a smile, I nodded and sat back down on my chair. I wondered about what he was up to and figured that I knew well enough. Okay, so a little less than 40 minutes to go. I looked up at Paul, who seemed to be trying very hard not to stare at me. I pulled my hair back from my neck, exposing the bite marks and bruises. Paul tried to hide his smile. I squirmed in my seat, bored and anxious. I fiddled with my hair, the fringy edge of my skirt, and with anything I could put my hands on. He seemed glad to see me so anxious. I checked my watch again. God… twenty minutes more. Just what would I be doing in another twenty minutes? I grabbed my purse and reached inside for my lip-gloss when I felt my fingers run over one of the blow pop lollipops I had stuffed in my bag that morning. Boy, I am really brilliant! I pulled out the lollipop and toyed with it still in its wrapper for a few seconds, making sure I got Paul’s attention. He gave me a very scolding look, as if to say I’d be sorry. I smiled and twisted open the wrapper. The scolding look continued. I rubbed the dry lollipop against my lips with Paul staring at me viciously. I slowly parted my lips and slightly stuck my tongue out to lick the lolly. I licked it up and down until it was moist and sticky. I could tell that it was very difficult for Paul to keep from staring directly at me. A feat that would have been very obvious for the people left still finishing their test. I wiped the sticky lollipop seductively back and forth on my lips and held it near my cheek to lick my sticky lips clean. And then I plunged it in my mouth giving it a quick swirl before beginning to push it back into my throat. By the time I was done, the entire lolly was down my throat with just the very tip of the stick at my teeth. I bit the tiny bit of stick between my teeth and took my hand away so he could see my talent. He promptly dropped his pen. I withdrew the lolly from my throat and smiled. I continued to suck and lick my lollipop with Paul glancing as often as he could pretending to be cool. After all, he could be fired for fucking me. And even though he kept glancing at me, I could tell that he was starting to lose interest with my lollipop exhibition. During his next glance, I placed my spare hand on my upper thigh and exposed by my short skirt to bring his attention there. When I saw his eyes follow my hand down to my leg, I slowly parted my legs. His mouth dropped open a bit but he quickly recovered with another disapproving look. I took my lolly out of my mouth and simply smirked back at him. I rubbed the inside of my thigh with my legs still slightly parted. I found myself wishing I should have come to the test with no panties. That would make his cheeks turn red. Oh well, this would have to do for now. I glanced at my watch and noticed that the test had officially finished five minutes ago. I looked up at Paul and pointed at my watch. He glanced at his, cleared his throat and announced the end of the exam. Everyone slowly filed to the front of the room to hand in their test papers. I sat innocently in my chair, sucking what was left of my lollipop. Paul looked directly at me as he collected the papers one by one. I tried to play innocent, tried not to let him see how much I desire him. I am not sure if I succeeded. I do not really care. A few friends gave a worried look and came to ask what had happened. Though every time someone would approach me, Paul would insist that if papers will not be handed in immediately, he won’t accept them anymore. That kept them away from me for sure. Soon the room was empty aside from Paul and me. He still sat in front as I sat on my desk. He got up and headed toward the door. I was mesmerized by the bulge in his pants. He locked the door, walked back to the desk in front of the room, and leaned against it. “You finished your test awfully quick Kristen. I will give you one last chance to look it over if you like.” Paul said with a smirk. “No, but thank you anyway.” “Kristen, you know, you haven’t been doing very well in this class so far, another poor grade might significantly reduce your chance of receiving a passing grade in this course.” “I am well aware of that.” “And you are also aware that dressing like a little slut, giving a mock blow job to a lollipop, and spreading your legs in class will also not get you an A in my course?” “Aw really…. Isn’t there anything I could do to get a good grade?” I asked quite innocently. “Not even fucking the professor?” Paul walked up to the desk where I was sitting, and leaned in close to me. He lifted my head up a bit, and pulled my hair away from my neck showing the bruises on my neck. “It would seem that we did that already my dear, and I’m still not giving you a passing grade. I suppose, though, it wouldn’t hurt.” He smiled and went to his desk in front. He motioned for me to join him in front. I timidly got up from my seat and stood in front of him He continued to stand, leaning against the desk. He put one hand on my shoulder and spoke rather softly. “You looked like you were doing a pretty good job on that lolly before. Perhaps I could have a go?” With that, he pushed me down with his hand on my shoulder until I was on my knees. Using the other hand, he unzipped his pants. I looked up at him and smiled as he pulled his cock out of his pants. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. I pushed it deep back in my throat as I sucked it. Sucking his cock was making me so wet. I just love to suck cock; it seriously drives me wild. He was watching me while I sucked on his huge cock. He began to stroke my head gently as his cock plunged deeper and deeper into my throat. Then he gripped my hair tight in his hand and pulled back hard, pulling me away from him, his cock went out of my mouth. I looked up at him in shock. “You’re going to have to do better than that!” He said as he rammed his cock back into my mouth and shoved it deep down my throat. I gagged. He gripped my hair tight with both hands and pulled my head back and forth along his cock. He fucked my mouth furiously, still with a tight grip on my hair. He pulled at my hair so hard I thought he may rip it all out. And even though I gagged and whined, he continued to fuck my mouth harder and harder. I should have been afraid, I should have been nervous, but I wasn’t. It was so incredibly exciting and arousing. And just as I started getting into it move with him as he fucked my mouth, he stopped. Before I could think and whine, he pulled me to stand. I was facing him, my mouth gaping open, mostly in shock. He just smiled. He kissed me lightly on the forehead in a very sweet and gentle way. Then, in a not at all sweet or gentle way, he spun me around facing the desk. He bit my neck, and then proceeded to bend me over the desk while he stood behind me. His hands traveled up my back, to my shoulders, then down my arms and hands. He pulled my hands, stretching my arms spread apart above my head. “Don’t move!” He commanded. As if I would dare. He walked the desk and I watched, very unsure of what he was intending to do. His hand was in his pocket, and he seemed to be searching for something. He eventually pulled it out, a small gathering of twine. I smiled, though I tried not to let him notice. He began tying the twine tight around one wrist. He then used a second piece to tie the other. Then, kneeling on the floor, he tied each string attached to my wrists to the legs of the desk, securing me there helpless. He pulled the string tight, so it pulled at my wrists and stretched my arms quite painfully, but I loved it. I could feel that my panties were soaked through, and all I wanted was for him to fuck me. He walked back around the desk and stood behind me. I squirmed and moaned, greatly anticipating his huge cock in me once again. He put his hand on my thigh and ran his fingers slowly up to the edge of my skirt. He slowly lifted the edge of my skirt. I could feel the cool air on my skin. His hands grabbed my legs at the knees and ran all the way up the outer side of my thighs and to my hips. His fingers gripped the edges of my panties. “Won’t be needing these, now will we?” He said. With that, he tore my panties from my body in one tug. It was as if the fabric actually gave to his will, knowing they needed to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Paul took the panties, folded them up and slipped them into his pocket. Anticipating his large cock, I spread my legs slightly. Nothing happened. I waited anxiously for a minute that seemed to stretch to eternity when… WHACK! He slapped my bare ass so hard I couldn’t help but cry out in both pain and surprise. I turned my head to look back at him. And for that, I received another hard blow to my ass. WHACK! “Turn back around you little bitch!” He commanded and I complied. Yet, I was rewarded with another painful smack to my ass. WHACK! I cannot understand why I was being punished but I found myself getting more and more aroused by it. “You dirty little slut!” He said. “Do you really think I didn’t notice you spreading your legs apart for me like that? You come to class looking like a little tramp, and sucking on that stupid lollipop, trying to make me lose control of myself in front of my students. Did you honestly think that I will just give you what you came here for? Did you think that I would give you just what you wanted?” I stammered, quite dumbfounded again by this fierce person disguised as a calm, shy professor. I came to realize just how much I had underestimated him. “No answer I see…” WHACK! Another smack to my ass. I was sure that my ass was quite red by now, if not already bruised. Yet even through the pain, I was still more and more aroused. I still wished for him to fuck me. WHACK He smacked me yet again, and asked, “So what is it you came here for?” “”I don…. don’t know.” I managed to stutter. WHACK! My ass felt on fire now. “Wrong fucking answer! There is no squirming your way out of this with your cute ‘I don’t knows’ and ‘I don’t understands’. I want a real answer damn it! What did you come here for?” “I… I…” WHACK He smacked my ass yet again. “You’re taking too long. Answer me!” “I wanted you to fuck me,” I whimpered at last. WHACK “Say it louder!” He said. “I WANTED YOU TO FUCK ME PROFESSOR!” I shouted. I couldn’t help but wonder if the classrooms nearby heard me as well. “That’s right.” Paul said as he gently rubbed the very skin he had just beaten over and over again. “You came to class today all dressed up so you could tempt your teacher into fucking you again. Isn’t that right?” “Yes!” “Would your mother be proud to know her daughter is a little slut who sleeps with her teachers? Would she be happy to know that she is paying thousands of dollars in tuition to pay the salary of the man about to fuck her little girl?” Paul said. “No.” “That’s right, you little fucking slut!” And as he said those words, he slapped me one more time. The pain was so great that tears rolled down my cheeks. Then, once again he gently rubbed my skin with his fingers. His touch cooled my burning flesh and I began to calm down as he tried to sooth me. Then, all at once, I felt his huge cock rip into my cunt. He impaled me with such force that it nearly knocked the wind right out of me. I may have screamed, but I am honestly unsure if I did or not. He thrusted his cock in and out of my cunt hard and fast. I could feel his huge cock throbbing inside me as he fucked me. It was so amazing… just as I’d remembered from the alley Friday night. My Professor Pt. 02 “Mmm… yes… more…” I moaned as he fucked me. I pulled at the twine that bound my arms, but it would not budge. I enjoyed knowing I was helpless as he fucked me. “Oh God!” Paul moaned. “Mmm… you’ve the tightest little cunt I’ve ever fucked. That’s right, squeeze your professor’s cock harder, you fucking slut! Tell me, tell me what a fucking little slut you are!” “Yes, oh God, yes I am. I am a little slut.” I replied. “And you love this don’t you? You love your professor fucking you like this. You love being tied to my desk in the front of my classroom while I fuck you.” Paul said as he fucked me, harder now. He fucked me so hard I could feel the desk moving slightly across the floor as he thrust into me. “Oh God yes…more… fuck me harder!” I screamed as I felt the most incredible orgasm rip through my body. More and more orgasms ripped through me. I lost count rather quickly. Paul did not seem nearly done and I didn’t mind this at all. He fucked me harder and harder. I moaned and screamed uncontrollably as he fucked me. And just when I thought I could take no more, he stopped. I immediately whined and groaned. “Why did you stop? Fuck me more. Please I promise I’ll be a good student and get all A’s. Please fuck me more.” I stopped whining as I felt his cock rubbing against my cunt. My body shuddered as his cock encountered my clit. He rubbed it back and forth a few times, and another orgasm was the result. “You want me to fuck you huh? Anyway I want?” He asked as he rubbed the head of his cock around my cunt. “Yes, yes fuck me. I want your cock in me!” I replied desperately. “Ok,” he replied. I felt as he rubbed his cock back and forth until he stopped with his cock aimed at my ass. In one stroke, half of his enormous cock ripped into my ass. I screamed out in pain. I thought I might rip in two, and yet still I dare not tell him to stop. Slowly now, he began to start pumping away at my ass. I groaned, whined and moved about. And as much as it hurt, it felt oh so good. Paul reached around and began to rub my vagina while he fucked my ass. He found my clit and pushed against it with his finger. If my arms had not secured me to the desk, I would have collapsed beneath him. The ecstasy was too great for me to handle anymore. He fingered my clit while he fucked my ass. My legs gave way in pure pleasure, and my arms pulled at the twine that secured me to the desk. I could feel the twine cutting into my flesh, but still I could not find the energy in my legs to support my body. This didn’t seem to bother Paul. He continued to fuck my ass furiously. “You like that, don’t you? You fucking slut.” He nearly growled. “Uh… oh… ye… yea… yes.” I said weakly. He fucked me harder and quicker, and I could tell by his grunts and thrusts that he was nearing orgasm. “Oohhh fuck!” Paul shouted as he came, pulling his cock out of me. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg. He put his cock away in his pants, and zipped them back up. He walked back around the desk, took a scissor out of his pocket and cut the twine that held me to the desk. I immediately collapsed to the ground. He came around, and wrapped one of my arms around his neck as he helped me stand up. With one arm holding me, and the other holding the class test papers, He gently escorted me walk out of the building. Exhausted and weak that I am, he took me back to his office to rest. My Professor Pt. 03 **A Note: This is a 3 part story, the first two parts are not necessary, but they build up well to this story. I recommend reading them.** * I woke up a bit confused and quite unsure of where I was, yet again. It was dark, and I was groggy. I was kneeling on the floor it seemed, although there must had been a pillow under my knees. I could feel something soft, but it was too dark to see. My head was leaning against the wall that was beside me, and I just tried to let my eyes focus. Everything just felt weird, my muscles felt like jelly. I couldn't even remember what happened this morning. What happened? What happ... oh! It slowly started sinking back in, the test, being tied to the desk, and the sex. Oh the sex! I was awake. Very awake, and suddenly I was very aware. There was without a doubt something stuck in my mouth, like a rubber rod or something. I could feel straps around my jaw and the back of my head. I tried to reach my hands up to find out what was on my face, and get it off, but I couldn't. What was going on? My hands were strapped behind my back. This wasn't too serious; I had squirmed out of handcuffs before. All I had to do was get my arms to my front by getting my legs through them. I wiggled around a bit, and tried to inch my hands toward my ankles. I couldn't quite move them. What was I stuck on? I yanked my wrists harshly toward the floor. I gasped as felt the apparent collar around my neck choke me. I relaxed my body, and sat there panting. What was on me? The most I could tell was I had on a collar of some kind, and it was attached to the cuffs behind my back. It felt like there was a bar attaching them. I decided maybe it was better to just sit there. It didn't feel like there was anything on my legs, but after trying to move my arms, I figured it was better to be safe, than sorry. I sat quietly, assured by the gag in my mouth, just waiting. I was a bit anxious, but I wouldn't say I was nervous. I couldn't say for sure, but it seemed I was in a closet, probably in Paul's office. I couldn't tell for sure, the lights were out. I could feel a draft though; it felt like the door in front of me had slots in it, and it defiantly was a closet. I guess I just needed to wait. And I did. I sat, or rather knelt there, for what seemed like forever. I had no idea how much time had past, how long I had been asleep. For all I knew, he had drugged me and I'd been missing all week. That seems pretty doubtful though, someone would have come looking for me. Then it happened! I heard a noise. It sounded like a key turning in the lock. I perked up, sat myself up and tried to look as obedient as possible, which wasn't hard considering the circumstances. As the door began to open, I heard a girl giggle. What was going on? As the light flicked on, I could see a young girl standing nervously in the middle of the office. I recognized her as one of the freshman class, I wondered if she was one of his students. Perhaps I had not been his first. That thought had never crossed my mind. I tried to move around a bit, see if I could get a better view through the gaps. I could see she was wearing a short little skirt, and a top that barely covered her stomach. She was petite, and young. She was 18, maybe 19 tops. Her blond curly hair was dancing at her shoulders. She giggled continually, her fingers twisting around one another nervously. I heard the office door lock. I tried to get a better angle, but I nearly choked as the collar around my neck tightened. I sat back down heavily. Just then I saw Paul, he stood in front of the closet door giving me a disapproving look. What was going on? Paul gestured for the young girl to take a seat. She nearly hopped to her seat, and he sat in the seat opposite her, on the other side of the desk. "Ok, now," he began. The girl just giggled. "Look, Polly, I am going out on a limb here for you. If you aren't going to take this seriously then maybe we should just end this right now." She shook her head nervously. "Ok, so explain to me again, why you are here this afternoon Polly?" I couldn't see her face; her back was to me. She seemed to be fidgeting nervously, maybe looking down at the floor. I could see Paul, he looked at her very intently, but every so often he was glancing at me, or at least at the closet. I wondered if he could see me through the door, or just if he knew I could see him. Polly began quietly, "well, I'm not doing so well in your class." "Yes, I noticed that," Paul answered. "Its just that," Polly continued, "if I don't get at least a B in your course I will lose my scholarship. My parents would kill me. I... I need help, like extra credit or something to pull my grade up." Paul sat there, seemingly considering what she had said. "Well, Polly. You know my policy on extra credit. It isn't fair to offer you extra credit and not the rest of the class. And if the whole class turns it in, then it won't affect anyone's grades, so it wouldn't help." "Well maybe," Polly's voice faded. "Maybe there is something else I could do for... for you." Paul nodded, understandingly. "I see. So that's it." Paul shook his head, considering what she had said. "You know, I assume you don't exactly mean helping me grade papers. And I hope you know this is not only inappropriate, but that what you are requesting could not only get me fired, but also you could be expelled from school for just suggesting it. I know it seems like an easy fix to you, but this is something very serious you are suggesting. I don't think your parents would be pleased at you being expelled by attempting to seduce your teacher in favor of a good grade either, young lady." Polly stammered. "No... no one would ever... ever have to know." "I, I just don't know Polly. I mean you are an attractive young girl, and it isn't that what you are suggesting to me isn't an enticing idea, but I don't want you to get the wrong idea about all of this. This isn't something I would ordinarily consider; it is against my morals and better judgment. This isn't just a game; I do hope you understand that. You will be expected to do as I ask, without question. And you must understand, if anyone finds out about this, you will be exposed, and you will be thrown out of this school. You could say," he said glancing at the closet door, "I have kind of a witness who will show that I in no way was trying to take advantage of you, but that this was all your own scheme." Polly merely nodded. He gestured for her to come by him. She timidly got up off of her seat, and slowly walked around the desk until she was next to him. He was still sitting, hands folded contemplatively on the desk. I almost laughed to myself, yeah like he never fucked a student before. He turned his chair around until he was facing her. He looked her up and down, and sighed. He ran his hand down her bare arm and told her to relax. She nodded. He looked past her, at the closet door, and smirked. Then he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper, and pulled his cock out for her. She didn't react. He took each of her hands, in a very loving type manner, and then forced her to her knees. She yelped, but as she opened her mouth, he pulled it down around his cock, thrusting into her open mouth. She was making gagging noises, and visibly struggling. He threw her back away from him. She landed right on her ass; she was quite shocked I'm sure. Boy did I know that feeling. "You've got to be kidding me!" he scolded. "I'm going on a limb to help you out, and this is the thanks I get!?!" He pointed toward the door, demanding if she was not serious about then she had better leave right now. "Hell, the girl who sucked my cock this afternoon wasn't even doing it for a grade, and she... did it right!" I smirked. She crawled back to him, and tried to do a better job. He held her by the back of the head and guided her mouth on his cock, trying to shove it deeper and deeper down her throat. She still couldn't take it. She tried, she really tried it, but she couldn't take it. He once again pushed her down to the floor. He stood up, and walked toward the door. She cried and begged for another chance. She swore she would try harder. She begged and pleaded, while he zipped his pants back up. She was sitting on the floor, her tears pouring down her cheeks. He stood by the door to his office, not far from the closet door, with his arms folded on his chest. "I don't believe you," he said. She crawled across the floor, begging and pleading at his feet. She swore she'd do anything he wanted, that she would be better. He told her to go sit on the floor over by his desk. "You sound sincere, so I will give you a chance," he said. "But you are going to have to learn, you are going to have to try very hard, and you are going to have to be obedient. You will have to be able to please me by the end of this semester, or the deal will be off. You do understand don't you?" She nodded. "Good," he said, "because I expect you to not only be this obedient, but you will need to become this good at what you do to serve and please me." With that he came to the closet door and opened it. I blinked as the bright light hit my eyes. He patted my head, and helped me stand up and step out of the closet. Polly's mouth hit the floor. He kissed me on the cheek, where he was able to considering the large gag that was on me, and pushed me back down to my knees. He bent my head forward gently, making sure the collar didn't tighten on my neck, and unbuckled the apparatus that was on my head. He guided my head back up and removed the gag from my teeth. He walked over to Polly, and held the gag out for her. I knelt perfectly still, while he strapped the gag to her. He brought and sat her on his desk. He went back to the closet and came back to her with a bar of some kind. He knelt before her, and took her shoes off of her feet. He left on her small lace socks, and took the bar from the floor. Either end had a ring on it, which he buckled to each of her ankles. The bar spread her ankles about 3 feet apart; she seemed very nervous and timid. "Now stay there, and be good, and I won't strap you down anymore right now. Just watch." Paul came back and stood before me. He unzipped his pants, and I stared hungrily as he pulled his cock from his pants. I tried to lean forward to get it into my mouth right away, but my collar choked me. I coughed. He patted me on the head and said "good girl, be careful." He stepped closer to me so I could reach him. I began to suck his cock, but instantly got frustrated because I couldn't even move and do anything properly. He placed his hand on the back of my head to hold me still and just started fucking my face. Harder and deeper, but I took it all, and I loved it all. "Oh God, yes. Like that." He moaned and moaned. He fucked my face harder and harder, while I knelt there, my hands strapped behind my back to my posture bar. I tried to move my head occasionally, but every time I choked. "Baby, don't worry, you're doing great. Keep still," he said. He continued to fuck my face, harder and harder. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum baby. Take it baby, swallow it all." And I did, I didn't dare let a drip of his cum escape my mouth. He gripped hard to my hair as his hot cum squirted down my throat. He quivered as his cock began to soften up a bit, still inside my mouth, and I still sucked. I tried to get every last drop of cum out of him. He finally backed away, and sat on the nearby chair that Polly had been sitting on when they came into the office. Polly sat on the desk, strapped and gagged, wide eyed. Paul patted my head again, and kissed my forehead. I smiled. "Ok now, Polly," he said, "let's see if you can be good and do as you are told." She nodded. "Good." He walked over near her and said, "ok, now lay back." He helped her lay back. Then he stood in front of her and pulled her to the edge of the desk. He got scissors from the desk, and stood in front of her. He lifted the ankle spreader and held it up by his shoulder. He reached under her skirt and snipped her underwear away, and tucked them into his pocket. She was tightened and expecting him to fuck her, but he put her legs back down and stepped back over to me. He helped me stand, and positioned a chair near the edge of the desk, near Polly's spread legs. He gestured for me to take a seat; I did without comment, even though I knew where this was heading. He reached behind me and fiddled with the bar that attached my collar to my cuffs. He lengthened the bar so I could lean forward without choking myself so much. He patted my head and pushed the chair closer to the desk. Polly's legs were trembling. He grabbed her ankle spreader, and lifted her legs in the air as he pushed my chair up to the desk. "Go ahead sweetie," he whispered into my ear. I leaned forward, toward Polly's cunt. Her bare cunt smelt of sex. I kissed the outside of her cunt, trying to be gentle. I'd never done this before, but I figured I knew well enough what to do. I gently licked up and down her sweet pussy lips. She tasted sweet, and much more pleasant than I would have ever imagined. I licked deeper. I found her clit and licked furiously. Her legs trembled as Paul held them over my head. Occasionally he would pat my head and tell me I was doing a good job. I licked her clit, hard then tender. I would insert my tongue into her cunt, fucking her with my tongue. Quiet moans came from beyond the gag. I licked as quickly and tenderly on her clit as I could. Then Paul stopped me. He fumbled and unbuckled my collar, and my cuffs. I stretched my arms out. He stood me up and took the chair out from behind me. That was when I noticed his pants were already around his ankles. I glowed as I smiled; I was going to get to feel that cock inside me again, again for the second time today. He bent me over the desk, pushing my face back into Polly's cunt. And as I began to lick her clit again, I felt him positioning behind me. He shoved his cock into my wet cunt, the same one he had fucked just hours earlier when he had ripped off my own lace panties and carried them off in his pocket. He fucked me harder and harder while I licked Polly's sweet little clit. I moaned as Paul's cock thrust in and out of me. I trembled as my wave of orgasms began. At the same time I could feel Polly's muscles tighten, her legs tremble, and I knew her orgasm was close. She nearly screamed, probably biting down hard on her gag, while the orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs tightened around my head and I continued to lick and flick her clit, teasing her as she convulsed. Meanwhile, Paul was still fucking my cunt, harder and faster than ever. I trembled as I held myself to the desk with my recently freed hands. I licked Polly's cunt harder as he fucked me harder. Orgasm on top of orgasm, I tried to scream but my face was buried in Polly's cunt, so only a muffled moan came out. Polly trembled as I licked her; I trembled as Paul fucked me. I only wished I could scream out "more, MORE!" He fucked me so hard, I thought I might split in two. He dug his nails into my back as he fucked me harder, I could feel the blood drip down my side. I moaned and shuddered as he scraped my back. He soothingly ran his hand down my back, and then smacked my ass good and hard. I yelped. And then, then, I could feel it, feel the most amazing orgasm I had ever felt, it was coming. I was shaking, my knees wanted to give out, but I wouldn't let them. Paul ripped into me as the orgasm ripped through my body. I couldn't do it; I couldn't keep it up. I lifted my head and screamed as the orgasm ripped through me. I laid my head on her thigh as I screamed; I could feel his body jerk as he came inside of me. His hot cum exploded inside of me. My body trembled as he rubbed his hand down my wounded back as he finished. He sat down in the chair he had pushed aside before. I, once again, collapsed to the floor. He pulled the chair near me, and guided me to lean against his knee. He ran his fingers through my hair, and kissed my head. "Good girl," he whispered in my ear. By now, Polly had sat up, a bit dazed herself. "See," he said to her "you have a lot to learn, and Kristen here, is going to teach you." She, still wearing the bit gag, merely nodded.