5 comments/ 85309 views/ 16 favorites The Professor's New Toy Ch. 01 By: SomeOneNew Sky is a tanned, nicely put together 19 year old, 5'6" and around 115 lbs thin. She is graced with petite breasts, frequently accented by a push-up bra to deepen her cleavage, quick and intelligent green eyes with long lashes, high cheekbones, light, shoulder-length brunette hair with natural blond highlights, and thin and shapely legs that few men fail to imagine parted, knees back and pointing skyward. Her make-up is spare over a perfect complexion and full, rosy lips. There is a self-conscious and gyroscopic grind to her pert little ass, a muscular pair of buns driven by a self-conscious young woman with little on her mind beyond the choice of clothing that best highlights her package. Many find her intoxicating but few get a taste. Tricked out almost exclusively in expensive silk tops that accompany anything from a daring slit skirt, to silk pants, to tight and fitted jeans and short skirts, Sky is invariably dressed for any occasion. She works little yet gets exceptional grades. The Sky's the limit as her friends say. Bess, Dr Elizabeth Drake, to be more precise, is Sky's business writing professor. Bess is a bisexual and a contradiction even to herself. She is 31, noticeably taller than Sky at 5'10", around 140 lbs, equally leggy but with a discernibly fuller bosom, ass and thighs, and an attractively muscled and deceptively strong body from regular visits to the gym. A brown eyed dark haired brunette, Bess dresses for work in flowing ankle-length skirts, and tops that show a hint of cleavage that never does justice to what lies beneath, gauzy lingerie seldom associated with the average college professor, covering large breasts kept firm from exercise and a pussy kept waxed and smooth. Bess swings like a pendulum from men to women and back again. She likes men for the piercing thrust of a hot cock, a sensation she relishes in every hole, to be graphically precise, the mix of pleasure and burning pain neatly describing her own divided nature. Men respond to her deft oral skills and developed vaginal muscles that can milk a cock to a most satisfying climax. But most men can be domineering and aggressive (and the spineless ones are a bore to her) and being so usually prefer their women a tad submissive and demure. Bess is occasionally only too willing to accommodate them. Her favorite game is the slightly dim teenager and the truck driver. She plays the role with a girlish sort of lisp, feigning ignorance of all things sexual until forced to perform for her more experienced companion. She quickly stumbles onto the ideal technique to slide seven inches down her throat in one thrust as she pretends to gag and moans plaintively through her nose in mock protest, or screams into a pillow about how tiny her bottom is as her character is rudely introduced to the indignity of anal sex with a monstrous cock. The act inevitably crests when, if they haven't busted a nut as they smacked red her wiggling ass, she pants "oh please don't put it in my mouth again." The guy either cums wide-eyed, seconds after the words leave her lips. Or, if he is a more controlled lover, she kneels and finally drops the act as she hungrily sucks her scum from his tool with one hand massaging his balls and the other operating a finger daintily exploring his asshole. But after too many nights worshiping prostrate before a throbbing cock and deftly swallowing load after viscous load, or uncomfortably shifting all day from cheek to cheek and nursing a sore butt from a healthy stretching the night before, she gets the itch to be worshipped herself. She spies a young woman and pounces almost uncharacteristically, her quarry never suspecting her dominating nature or their own predilection to be dominated in creatively decadent ways. She spends her days using a pretty little undergrad or unsuspecting waitress, creating a personal slut for a time, and breaking her first if need be. But eventually the urge for a real cock again emerges and this game grows tiring, so then it's back to the other Bess for a time, and the pendulum swings again to the teen and the truck driver or a like scenario. Late one night, sleepy and deep into grading a set of essays, drinking her nightly cognac, Bess read an essay that was just a bit too polished. After a web search or two she discovered the undocumented source of the essay, an obscure business journal the foolish student wagered Bess was unaware of. Bess dropped her pen in the dim light of her study and drank, angry at the student who had the temerity to cross her and violate the ultimate college policy. She flipped through her grade book to find the culprit's full name: Sky Collins. Slowly she connected the name with the face, calling forth her image. Attractive, politely confrontational, sweetly feminine Sky's face swam to the surface of her consciousness as she remembered the girl's posture in class from the Thursday before, seated in the front row of the auditorium. Crossing and uncrossing her shapely legs in class. Shifting to her side to display through her slit skirt that long, silky length of thigh. Sitting with legs spread in shorts so tight that Bess could make out the outline of her pussy as she took notes. Bess wondered how hard or easy this would be. Unbeknownst to Bess, Sky delighted in her ability to tease both men and women, and until now it had gotten her into no trouble. A couple of angry lesbians in study groups, rejected at the last moment when she discovered that they were unwilling to do her research for mere flirtation. What were they going to do, complain? And to whom, she thought? One incident with a drunken graduate student trapped her into giving him her first (and then second) blowjob to ensure a long ride home from a concert, but that was the cost of playing her little game, and it led eventually to her current scholarship from information gleaned from choking down his massive gob as he held her head in place, impaled on his flesh. The following week Bess returned all of the essays, all but Sky's. She instead handed her a note requesting that she visit her office "for a chat." Sky blanched when she read the note. She instantly knew that she had been caught. Running to the bathroom after dismissal she entered a stall and collapsed fully clothed on the toilet, feeling slightly faint from having no lunch that day and the knowledge that she had royally screwed up. Instinctively, she pulled up her skirt, reached for her mound and stroked herself into a serene composure through the silk of her panties, not for sexual gratification, but just to coax the endorphins to flow and the tension to recede. Masturbation was virtually the only sexual outlet the busy girl allowed herself, and sometimes she found herself frustrated and clenching and unclenching her thigh muscles in class as her mind wondered and her eyes roved over the young men in the class. She was always careful not to spill over the edge in public and noisily announce a clandestine orgasm, for Sky was a very noisy girl when eventually she did cum. Nonetheless, she couldn't bring herself to see her nemesis that day. She wasn't ready; she needed to prepare for the meeting. Bess, on the other hand, had expected her to appear and was angry that she hadn't come for her conference. But the intelligent junior would not receive her grade until she appeared, which she did the following afternoon, late in the day when the autumn sun began to darken Bess's little office. Sky fretted over what to wear to her meeting. She wore a short-waisted, girlish top that highlighted her navel, and plunged to reveal more cleavage than she normally exposed, a short jean skirt and a thong underneath to give her butt a smooth profile as she walked, and white open-toed sandals. She figured that if she looked like a kid and defenseless to the professor, she had a better chance of being treated more as an irresponsible child and less as an immoral cheat. She even eased up on her makeup to look wholesome and naïve. She popped a valium just before the meeting—her one vice she fed by raiding her uncle's psychiatric practice now and again--to ensure that she would remain relaxed through her performance. In short, Sky unknowingly made herself into Bess's ideal victim. When she knocked on her office door, outwardly reserved and respectful to hide her inner tension, she had her tissues pocketed for the obligatory tears she would need to shed. Bess answered with a thin-lipped tense smile and asked her to sit as she removed her wire rimmed glasses and placed them on the edge of a bookshelf. Though her office was stuffy that day, Sky felt an uncharacteristic chill as she sat on a cold black leather loveseat that was crammed into the small office next to a filing cabinet. Bess's perfume hung in the air along with a slightly musky scent. Her professor's outfit as well struck her as uncharacteristic. She wore a tailored pants-suit with her hair pulled back into a low, tight pony tail, and her blouse too was unbuttoned lower than normal. Rather than sit behind her desk, Bess first sat on the front edge and towered over Sky, her long legs crossed and her feet resting uncomfortably close to Sky's in the narrow confines of the office. "So," Bess began, "do you know why we are here for this little chat?" Until now the girl had not decided on a course of action, to call her professor's bluff or to confess and throw herself on the mercy of the court. Sky quickly decided, judging from Bess's soft but aggressive stance, that this was a woman in no mood for bullshit. So Sky started to cry softly and sniffed, staring out the window in a well-rehearsed gaze, and letting the tears run unchecked down her cheeks. "Dr Drake, I do. I am so very sorry for what I've done. I'm not going to try to kid you about this. I got busy and stuck, and with all of the stuff I'm involved in I just copied the essay. It is the worst mistake I have ever made in my life, and I will do anything to make it up to you," Sky spilled out the entire paragraph seemingly in one exasperated breath. "But Sky," the professor observed in a velvet tone, her brown eyes boring holes through Sky's guilt, while considering the dark gap between her breasts "you've not hurt me. The only person you have hurt here is yourself." "I know that now," Sky continued, wondering if she had shed enough tears to ensure a successful outcome "and I will do anything to make it up." "Well, my dear," the professor continued in an oddly disconcerting voice, "I have precious little choice in this matter. Cases of academic dishonesty are turned over to the Student Honor Council, and they rule on the case. It is not uncommon for students to be expelled for such an infraction. You remember the contract you sign at the start of each new semester. And if you have a scholarship, you may be forced to repay the money for an honor infraction." Sky froze like a deer in the headlights. The money was inconsequential, but her GPA was not. "Expulsion, repaying a scholarship" she exclaimed as she lost her cool and raised her voice, "you can't be serious. Oh you have to give me a make-up assignment or something. Please" she pleaded, the faucet of her tears now flowing freely. Her final 'please' and the boundless tears found their way to Bess's groin and fostered the familiar tingle that grew into a warm glow in her belly, and the start of a typical and pleasant moistness. "Please," she repeated the student's word as their eyes remained locked, her posture becoming more erect and commanding as she uncrossed her legs. "Please" she again uttered the word, almost seductively. Confused from Bess's reaction, Sky fumbled nervously, "I can't lose my scholarship. I can't be expelled. Ok, I fucked up. But I don't think I deserve to be thrown out," she blurted out tensely, the bitchy edge to her personality beginning to show through her polite façade. "Deserve," Bess continued, rising from the edge of her desk and sitting on the loveseat next to Sky, her legs crossed confidently as one leg dangled close to that of her quarry with her body slightly turned toward Sky "as I said, I have little choice in the matter. What choice do I have," she asked. "I don't know, money, I can pay you" she blurted out desperately. "My daddy," she continued, but was cut off by Bess as the woman turned to her and didn't merely place a hand on the girl's knee. She slipped a hand between her parted legs, dragging her manicured nails along the soft and tender skin of Sky's inner thigh, stopping just short of the girl's pussy, her nails slightly digging into the tense, soft flesh of her leg. The knuckles of her curled fingers just touched her thong where her pubic hair puffed it out. She inhaled confidently as she softly caressed the tender skin of Sky's inner thigh. "Let's think. What could we do" Bess asked warmly, which threw Sky into an even greater state of confusion that stopped her from bolting from the couch that instant. The gentle tone combined with the violation of her personal space was a perplexing contradiction. Finally unfrozen, Sky brusquely removed Bess's arm, quickly stood and moved back from the professor to where her ass just touched the edge of Bess's desk. "You are a dyke,' she hissed and pulled her skirt back into place, almost spitting out the phrase, "they were right about you." Bess smiled as she fed off of the girl's helplessness. "Yes, Dear, I guess they were right" she stated. "But 'they' didn't plagiarize their essay, now did they Love?" "I don't know, but I'm not your love, and I will report you for this," she threatened with false bravado, "No one will care about that essay when I tell them about this" she stammered. But Bess's demeanor unnerved her, as her professor sat calmly, clearly unfazed by the girl's threat. "It's your word against mine, my sweet thing," Bess said as she stood and approached Sky. "I have a plagiarized essay. What does poor Sky have" she asked as she reached down to circle the girl's exposed navel with a finger. Sky froze again. The jig was up she figured as she quickly realized the truth of Bess's statement. She sucked a dick for a ride home once and even groaned all through it to pretend that she liked it, finishing up by licking the guy's furry balls clean at his request, twice. How hard would this be? I'll just close my eyes and get it over with she thought. "What do you want" she asked in an exasperated tone, her eyes focused to the left of Bess's face, "just get it over with." "Over with," Bess said with mock astonishment. "Over with? Lift your skirt, pobre chica" Bess said as she returned to the couch, sat, and coolly crossed her legs, her eyes aglow with the power she held over the girl. "Just pretend you are in class and teasing the professor; that shouldn't be too hard for you now should it" she chided. Sky gritted her teeth and lifted her skirt a bit. Bess was just as attracted to the tightened muscles in Sky's jaw as she was to what lie underneath the girl's dress. "No, no my shy Dear. Come closer and lift your skirt as high as it will go. You teased me with your little choochie in class; why so bashful here," she questioned. Sky reluctantly lifted her skirt for the woman, pulling the hem above her navel as far as it would go. A diminutive pink silk triangle covered the girl's pussy and little wisps of hair peeked out from the sides. "Now give us a spin, and slowly" Bess requested, "You're pretty enough to be a model. Let's see you act like one." Sky had spun 180 degrees when a firm voice ordered her to stop. She cringed when Bess leaned forward and she felt fingers and nails exploring her ass cheeks, now drawn tight from nervousness and dotted with gooseflesh. A finger ran lightly along both sides of her crack, down one side and up the other. It slipped under the string of the thong and traced her cleft from the base of her spine, finally coming to rest on her pinched sphincter. Sky spun around and almost screamed "what in the fuck are you doing?" Her next sentence was cut short as Bess, quick as lightning, rose and slapped the girl hard across her face, simultaneously parrying with her other hand the girl's attempt to hit back. She twisted Sky's arm behind her back and forced Sky to bend forward over the desk. With sudden force Bess tore the thong off of the girl in one swift move. "No my sweet, my name is Dr Drake, and from now on that is how you will address me and the only way you will ever address me unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand my disobedient little cunt" she continued, holding Sky's arm tighter and bending the girl more fully over her desk as she emphasized the word cunt with an unexpectedly sharp slap on the ass. "Yes" the girl hissed through clenched teeth as she felt the professor's knee slip between her thighs and press against her pussy and her legs, forcing Sky's legs apart. "Yes what" Bess asked. "Yes" and here Sky paused, took a deep breath and finished, "yes, Dr Drake." "Now" Bess continued to hold the girl bowed over her desk, "are we finished with these histrionics? Because this, my little cunt, will get very unpleasant if you continue to be so disobedient." Sky shuddered inwardly at again hearing herself referred to as a cunt. But after a long pause she responded by relaxing her arm muscles and nodding in the uncomfortable position, her face essentially smashed into a textbook resting on the desk blotter. "Now spread those lovely legs for me as far as you can. This can't be the first time you have spread your legs for someone" Bess spoke, her voice matter of fact and composed. Letting go of her wrist she added, "and stretch your arms forward and over your head for me as well." Sky shuffled her feet so that her legs were soon spread obscenely wide. Bess drank in the sight of her new toy, the little asshole so tight and tiny and obviously virgin territory. The fresh, clean scent of a young girl just a year short of her twenties. The slightly parted lips of her pussy, unshaved but not so hairy as to be unattractive to Bess. Sky felt absolutely numb when intrusive hands freely kneaded her cheeks, with Bess's nails finally circling her pink puckered hole and a tiny freckle aside it, and then moving down to explore the outer lips of her pussy. She felt Bess's hot breath in the very center of her most private place. Of all of the things to think of now, Sky wondered if she was clean as her thoughts spun out of control. Bess told her to rise and spin around, and nose to nose with her she proceeded to examine her face. "So pretty" she said as she softly kissed Sky on the mouth. Sky let the woman kiss her without responding. "No my dear, again you must learn" she said with a hint of tension in her voice. "You do know how to kiss" Bess chided as she pulled the girl into her, one hand tightly controlling the girl's right ass cheek, her fingers clenching and digging into the flesh of Sky's crack. She was shocked to feel the intrusion, as her few liaisons with men never included such rough sexual play. She never touched her ass when she masturbated, so the sensation was oddly kinky to her. Like in a dream Sky complied, kissing the woman like she was kissing a man, noticing that a woman's mouth felt softer, and this woman's mouth seemed more controlled and skillful, especially her tongue. Her body instinctively leaned into the kiss, unconsciously responding to the sexual overture despite the circumstances, and then pulled back when she became aware of her reaction. "Better" Bess finished, "much better Dear." "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it" she inquired. Sky didn't respond. She couldn't look Bess in the eye, so oddly enough she looked down at her tormenter's cleavage, now aware of the size of Bess's breasts. "Now turn around again and copy my address on that piece of paper on my desk. I want to see your ass the whole time you are in this office, so take off your skirt" she ordered. The Professor's New Toy Ch. 01 Sky complied, and with controlled excitement Bess began to stroke herself along the seam of her slacks as she recited her address. She loved the look of a woman's body, especially from the rear, and Sky's profile was classically sexy to Bess; when standing with legs and feet together, Sky's crack was naturally parted, the view of her asshole and pussy was not obstructed by her cheeks. "Now turn and sit on my desk; put your feet up there and spread your legs" she commanded, "and leave those sandals on." Sky obeyed, finding herself bottomless and spread on Bess's desk like a stripper in a club, her arms extended behind her to support her upper body. The hyper-extension of her legs pulled her thigh muscles tight while her little pussy gaped open, her moist inner lips feeling cool from contact with the air. "Well, here's your deal my little pet, the only deal you will get" she said huskily, fighting the urge to rise and slip a finger into the pink slit spread before her. "Pick a night this week when you will come for a visit, a long visit. Plan to be occupied for the entire night" she ordered firmly. "We'll have a sleepover" Bess laughed. "Do you drink" she further inquired? "Yes" Sky responded. "Delightful, that should lubricate things, so to speak," Bess said as she chuckled at her little joke. Sky thought fast, unnerved at the spectacle the woman was making of herself as she noticed that she was stroking herself in front of her through her slacks. Wanting to get her legs closed, her skirt on and out of the office as soon as possible, she said "is Friday ok" and then added "Dr Drake" as an afterthought. "Dr Drake" Bess repeated and smiled, "you're a quick study Dear." "Yes, Dr Drake" Sky intoned as Bess smiled inwardly at how easily she could manipulate her. "Yes, I believe it is. Now come here and kneel for me" she ordered with a sense of urgency in her voice as her fingers moved more roughly against her crotch in the fading light. A department meeting was scheduled in the next hour and she wanted to wrap up here with a final act of submission from her protégé. Sky climbed off of the desk and kneeled between the professor's legs and looked away from the woman's crotch, embarrassed at seeing another female masturbating in front of her, regardless that the woman was fully clothed. "Are we shy about masturbating my dear?" Bess asked. "I've. . .just. . .never" Sky started to answer as her voice trailed off. Bess removed her hand from her sex and spread her legs wide. "A parting kiss My Dear," she requested, spreading her legs for Sky's access. Sky leaned forward and kissed the seam of Bess's clothed crotch, just a peck, but it established in her mind what would be required of her on Friday, or at least what she thought would be required of her. She could smell the woman's musk through the material as she breathed. Bess leaned forward and placed her hand under Sky's chin and pulled her face up to meet hers. She bent down and kissed her lustfully, the hand first under her chin having moved to the back of her head to pull her into her as their lips crushed together in a long and torrid kiss. It was clear to Sky that Bess was aroused, just as it was clear to Bess that Sky was either a good actor or was unconsciously becoming aroused. "That will do for now" she ordered as reluctantly she pulled away from Sky, "now get that skirt on. We can't have you running the halls looking like that, although it would be a delight if you did my Dear." The girl whispered with head bowed, "yes Dr Drake" as she pulled her skirt on. As she moved to leave, Bess came up behind and kissed her on the neck below and behind her ear as she pressed her body into Sky's, holding the two of them together. Sky could feel the woman's large breasts pressing into her back as Bess reached around her front and cupped the mound of Sky's pussy, which she only then realized had moistened. Bess cupped a breast through her bra and the material of Sky's top with her other hand. "Pobre Chica, you are wet as well. I am so pleased," Bess whispered as she intrusively fiddled with the girl's labia and plunged the tip of her tongue deep into her ear to match the tip of her middle finger dipped into the girl's warmth. "Until Friday then" she whispered huskily. "When we arrive we are waxed bare, everywhere" she emphasized. "We wear a tasteful black choker but no perfume, and we will have showered and cleansed ourselves inside and out. We wear white bikini panties, one size too small for that lovely derriere, under our jeans. Our toes and nails are painted clear to match." And with this Bess moved her hand from the girl's pussy and cupped one of her ass cheeks with a finger clearly poised on Sky's asshole. "Our hair is in a ponytail" she continued as she massaged her tight backdoor so firmly that Sky began to realize that her ass would figure in their liaison on Friday. "Our makeup is modest. Our jewelry is tasteful. You will wear a white blouse and a bra. Do you understand?" Bess asked. Sky meekly responded in the affirmative as she felt Bess withdraw her finger from her asshole and then replace it moistened with saliva. She circled her sphincter without entering her tender backdoor "Do we own a vibrator?" Bess inquired. Bess hesitated, "yes" she responded, although she owned no vibrator. "Bring it, My Dear. I'll show you how to use it" she chuckled, but Sky, who could think only of getting out of the office, failed to get the joke. "Then this class is dismissed" Bess added as she opened her office door wide enough for her victim's departure and gave her a playful parting slap on the rump. She watched Sky disappear in the hall as literally she sucked the girl's taste from her fingers. Sky left the office in a state of shock, walking quickly through the empty halls to the ladies' room. She entered and rushed to a stall. There was no toilet paper, and instinctively she reached into her skirt pocket and grabbed what she thought was a tissue to dab her tears, which again began to flow. Only then did she recognize her own torn thong in her hand. Bess placed them into the girl's pocket unbeknownst to her. She sat briefly and peed, crying softly all the while. Riding home she comforted herself by rubbing her bare pussy and thinking of some of the guys she had been with before, to purge her head of the memory of what had just happened. Bess began to prepare for her meeting as the scent of the girl that remained in the office began to get to her. She was quite horny and could barely contain herself with the thought of fully conquering her new charge, and in ways that the young girl no doubt had never imagined. She locked her office door, undid her belt buckle, unzipped her fly and allowed her pants to fall to her ankles. The moist cotton of her panties molded to her shaved mound as she sat back and rubbed her lips through the material. She pulled it to the side and slid a finger up and down her furrow, shuddering each time she touched her swollen clit, now distended from inside its hood. The panties began to cut into her skin, so she stood and removed them along with her slacks. Laying back on the loveseat she spread wide her legs and pulled her knees back. Her pussy veritably soaked, she easily curled two fingers into her depth as she merely tapped at her inflamed clit with her thumb. Still teasing herself, she held off from what would have been a quick orgasm, as she reached her other hand under her leg to tickle her asshole. Soon she could no longer hold off and, spreading and pulling her legs back further, dug deeply into her now sodden muff. She closed her eyes and came hard in waves, crying out repeatedly in a soft and deep moan as her fluids first squirted and then dribbled over the leather cushions until her ass rested in a juicy mess on the leather and her legs dropped to the floor exhausted. Bess closed her legs on her hand as she continued to cup her pussy until the sensations slowly faded. She laughed to herself as she returned to the task of her impending meeting. Finally she thought as she left the office, a reason to vacuum the house. The Professor's New Toy Ch. 02 Friday finally arrived for Sky and Bess. One woman greeted the day with trepidation, while the other quietly celebrated. Sky first thought to ignore the professor’s demand that she make herself available for the entirety of Friday night. But Sky was no slouch. She consulted the college code of conduct; then she made subtle inquiries of acquaintances. Everything painted her predicament in the same fashion: trapped by her own foolish actions and with no recourse. “Slave for a night” she lamented sleeplessly all week, tormented by unspecific bad dreams and all because of a copied essay. Her spirit broken, she relented and prepared for the most odious night of her life, as a professor’s sex toy, and a woman at that. Bess—Dr Drake rather, can’t make that mistake again she quickly reminded herself--puzzled Sky as well. The professor alternated between calling her a cunt and her Dear. What that was all about was not immediately clear to the girl. Friday would give her an unusually up close and personal look at that seeming contradiction. She prepared herself as Bess demanded. She had herself professionally waxed, everywhere, and primped and dressed precisely as her professor wished. She marveled in the mirror at how little her pussy appeared without hair. The woman at the spa almost insisted that she leave some hair, but Sky told her that it was a surprise for her boyfriend. The woman smiled knowingly as she whispered to her “don’t just give it to him after going through all of this. Make him work for it Honey. Make him do something special.” Sky assured her that she would. Back home and just hours from the time she was scheduled to depart, she appraised herself in the mirror as she toweled off from her shower: pert boobs around a 36B, always firm enough to forgo a bra, and framed by tan lines. She took both in her hands and pushed them together to make a futile attempt at a tunnel of cleavage and surveyed her little nipples and areola rigid from tension. She pursed her lips and half-turned to assess her thin muscular legs, finishing with a backward glance at her butt. Guys who found fault with her small boobs soon forgot about them after fully considering her rear asset. Guys loved her butt and waist and women envied it, so she usually dressed to accent both, unconsciously walking with an erotic and mesmerizing syncopation. Though her cheeks were small and firm, her ass filled jeans as if they were invented with her anatomy in mind. The seam dipped into the deep cleft of an otherwise small bum that featured a naturally hairless backdoor, ringed—one sees up close--with a thin pink muscle. Her legs were virtually double-jointed and though they never really were, could be twisted into the most erotically revealing poses. Guys begged her to let them take her up the ass but she never relented in her reluctance to have her little pooter probed (as a former lover called it) in any fashion. Guys literally would beg for her to pose on her knees so as to be able to lick her like an ice cream cone or at least fuck her pussy from behind, but in her mind this was not a part of her to be shared. She snapped back to reality as she remembered that all of this primping was for the date from hell. She douched just before she was to dress, assuming that was what Dr Drake meant about being “clean inside and out” when she arrived. As to how to cleanse her ass she was clueless and wasn’t about to give herself an enema for anyone. Never before had she so slavishly prepared herself for a sexual encounter, as she was used to calling the shots. Her nails and toes were painted in clear-coat as requested. She donned open-toed white leather sandals with a narrow medium heel and crisp distressed jeans, a white cotton blouse and a new bra with cotten so thin that it showed through the faintest dot of her areola. The black choker was new to her, borrowed from a friend devoted to all things Goth, and made her feel like a slave or a slut, she couldn’t decide which, but she donned it as instructed. For good measure, just as she left the house, she downed two valium to relax her, although she doubted the entire bottle would have put her at ease tonight. For good measure she threw the bottle into her overnight bag. She finished her ensemble with her short black leather jacket. On the way to her tormenter’s, she stopped at the mall to buy three pairs of white panties one of which she slipped on in a restroom. As requested, they were a size too small. They molded to the shape of her newly-shaved pussy, curving into her lips, and didn’t cover the top of the crack of her ass by at least two inches. Just get this over with she thought as she surveyed her body in the restroom mirror and pulled up her jeans. She apprehensively visited an adult video store for the first time, one that sold adult toys as well. She entered and avoided the eyes of the men who were scanning intently the videos on the shelves. A woman was working the cash register, and she thought she could avoid some embarrassment by asking for help from the only other female in the store. The girl behind the counter, tattooed, pierced and in a frayed pink tube top, with dirty blond hair frizzy from too many perms, smoked and watched her as closely as the men. She approached the counter and asked her for a “sex toy” for a friend. “They’re always for a friend” the girl chuckled as she looked her up and down, and then added, “waddaya want, cuffs, a dildo, a double-header. What would your friend like” she chided. She remembered dildo, another word for a vibrator, and said, “yes, a dildo.” A former roommate had several, and now and then she would see one peeking from under the promiscuous girl’s bed sheets. “Any particular kind” the girl continued, as a line of men waiting to rent movies began to form behind Sky. “Uh, you pick, ok” she said as she uneasily realized that she had become a spectacle for these men, none of whom were looking at her anywhere above the neck. The girl sensed Sky’s embarrassment, got a devilish look in her eye and grabbed a plain black box while Sky fumbled with her wallet. She paid in cash with exact change, grabbed the package, and bolted from the store. One guy in line who had overhead the entire conversation got a laugh from the crowd when he volunteered to show her how to use it as she scurried away with her sandals clacking on the dirty tile floor. In her car she locked the doors, opened the box and dumped the contents on the passenger seat. To her horror she beheld what looked like a nine inch latex dick, molded in dark brown to approximate an African-American penis, complete with realistic veins that ran the length of the circumcised monster. The base felt as round to her hand as the circumference of a soda bottle, and the head, though not as large, still was a fat chocolate mushroom detailed down to the hole in the tip. She began to cry quietly as she looked at it, but then looked at her watch and realized that she was almost late. She dried her tears, having no time now to reapply smeared makeup. She threw the dildo into her overnight bag and made her way to the neighborhood of stately brownstone townhouses where Dr Drake lived, in a gentrified neighborhood next to campus. Bess actually did vacuum her apartment that day, changed the sheets and cleaned the bathroom for good measure. She stocked up on wine and cognac and made ready to attend properly to her new protégé: three dildos (a medium, a large and a long, thick strap-on with the dubious name of Long Jane Silver molded into the sides), lube (KY and Vaseline) and restraints (cuffs and Velcro bindings), a tacky red gag-ball, a clear Lucite butt plug and a long chain of yellowish glow-in-the-dark butt-beads the size of very large marbles. Across town, in the hours before the doorbell rang Bess showered and waxed herself bare. Admiring her reflection in the mirror, she decided she looked quite good for 31, noticeably taller than Sky at 5’10”, around 140 lbs, equally leggy but with a much fuller 40D bosom that hung in two solid teardrops creating a naturally deep cleavage, a larger ass and thighs, and overall a lightly muscled and strong body from thrice-weekly visits to the gym. A brown eyed dark haired brunette, Bess hefted one of her large solid breasts and stroked the full nipple with a thumb. She surveyed her pussy, waxed and smooth, turned and stroked her hand along the fullness of her deep ass crack, which for her was frequently a prelude to pleasuring herself. Ever a creature of habit, she became so aroused that she returned to the shower for a few minutes with her fingers and the strawberry-kiwi shower gel. One finger beat a gentle staccato on her clit, while her other hand pushed her over the edge as she penetrated her anus with just the tip of her little finger as she moaned loudly from the release. Momentarily spent, she soon felt giddy again, like a teenage girl ready for her first date. She had just used the atomizer when the door bell rang. Six o’clock she observed, right on time. As she made her way to the door she got in character, allowing herself one more glance in the mirror. The giddy Bess was replaced with the confident and sexually demanding Dr Drake. Her hair hung around her shoulders; her make-up was soft, feminine and understated. A pair of black jeans that fit like they were made for her full ass accented her long legs and led down to black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, highlighted with silver and with a short stiletto heel. Her top was silk and teal-colored, tied in a knot around her waist to reveal her tight midriff and perfectly circular navel, and unbuttoned to reveal much more cleavage than she would have at the college, especially considering she wore no bra to accent her sexuality, not to mention her noticeably larger breasts. They hung full and pressed her large nipples into her top. She wore no panties as well, for she loved the feel of slightly rough material on her waxed muff, and already could feel the stirrings of moisture on her denuded lips and engorged clit. “Hello Sky” she said matter-of-factly, but without cracking a smile as she swung wide the door to greet her guest. “And how are we tonight” she additionally inquired. “Fine” Sky responded noncommittally, as she hesitantly walked through the door. “Don’t dawdle, I’m not going to bite, yet” she said, pausing before the final word for effect as she raised her eyebrows and allowed herself a slight grin. She sensed the fear in her visitor and fed on it, that feeling of power that she now held over the younger woman. All week she had planned the night’s activities and ran various scenarios through her mind. This was heaven to Bess, the moment before she began to unwrap her new present to herself. “Jacket” she said, and Sky dropped her bag and obediently removed it to reveal her blouse, her hard nipples brushing against the material of her bra, but more out of nervousness than out of lust. “Mmm” Bess intoned, “we are lovely. Give us a spin again. It’s been days since I saw you in my office.” Sky, emboldened from the valium, spun slowly, her arms twisted seductively above her head. Bess took a deep breath and approached her from behind, stopping her in mid spin to encircle her in her arms and cup her breasts. She bit Sky’s earlobe just enough to get a rise from the girl, but not enough to really hurt her. “You feel divine my Dear. Let’s see them love” she said, “remove your top and bra.” And with that she backed to the couch and sat to watch Sky unbutton her top. “Yes Dr Drake” Sky responded as she unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it from her waist and dropped it to the floor. “Spin slowly” she demanded as Sky complied. “Now the bra Dear” she added. Sky reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She quickly allowed it to drop to the floor to her right and stood before Bess, arms at her side and looking her in the eyes. “Stroke your nipples for me love, just with the tips of one finger. Tease yourself for me” she ordered as Sky self-consciously complied, touching herself so tenderly that she began to feel the unwanted stirrings of her own arousal. Bess was delighted with Sky’s petite breasts, a fitting counterpoint to her own larger ones. She quickly became aroused as the girl performed as requested, her personal sex slave, a role Bess wanted the girl eventually to embrace of her own will. Sky closed her eyes as she complied, opening them only when Bess made her next request. “Go into the kitchen and bring us the cognac I have warmed there and waiting for you to serve. It’s on the counter next to the stove” she politely ordered, as if she were instructing a common domestic. Bess watched with intensity the swing of the girl’s little ass and long legs recede into the kitchen, the heels on her sandals adding an extra swing to her hips as she walked. Sky went to the kitchen, slightly dazed from the valium, grabbed the snifters and paused briefly. She almost burst into tears from the tension, but got control of herself and returned to the room. She walked to the couch and stood in front of Bess, holding out one brandy for her to take. But Bess instead provocatively reached for Sky’s mound and stroked it before taking the glass from Sky’s outstretched arm. “Drink it” she said to Sky. She hesitated and Bess sighed wearily, “it’s cognac, it’s not poison. I drink it every night. It is of a very high quality and quite expensive, one of my few indulgences.” Sky still hesitated, standing in front of Bess frozen and not sure to trust the woman. Bess flashed anger briefly and snapped “give me your glass” to which Sky complied. “Now take mine” she continued, and then sipped from the glass. “Satisfied it’s not poisoned” she finished? Sky was satisfied and responded with a hushed “yes.” She drank, but not familiar with French brandy she shot the entire snifter in one mistimed gulp, coughing and sputtering on the drink and spilling some of the liquid on her bare chest. “Leave it there” Bess instructed, “cognac tastes divine on the skin.” Bess burst out laughing and then set her own drink to the side and said to Sky, “walk to the door and remove your sandals.” Sky obediently did so. “Now remove your jeans. Turn away from me and let me watch you from behind, slowly” Bess ordered, emphasizing the final word. And when Sky turned and began to disrobe further, Bess roughly caressed her own nipples and pussy, out of Sky’s view and still through the dulling barrier of her clothing. The view was breathtaking. Sky had a nearly perfect ass, and her panties, obviously too small, dug into the crack and barely covered her cheeks at either the top or bottom of her ass, tenting over her deep crack. Bess had to control her own breathing so as not to give away her own excitement as Sky removed the jeans from her ankles and stood, legs slightly parted with hands on hips, swaying slightly as Bess drank in the sight. “Turn toward me now” she said softly. Sky was in the full flower of her youth and the sight of her consumed Bess with a desire to touch her, the black choker adding just the right touch of servility to her look. But being dominant has its drawbacks, at least initially, and control is one necessity. There would be time to drool all over that lithe body in the coming hours. “Now kneel and crawl to me on your knees, slowly. Imagine yourself an animal” she demanded, “perhaps a jaguar.” Sky knelt and began to crawl to her, her breasts, tight to her chest barely dangling as she moved. She eventually made it to the couch, her head by now spinning from the cognac and valium. Bess drank in the sight of her new protégé prostrate and moving to her, the disks of her spine a pebbled path down her back to the top of her crack. When she reached Bess she was told to remove Bess’s boots, first one and then the other. Sky rocked back onto her ankles and did so to reveal Bess’s perfectly manicured toenails and a toe ring; her feet smelled washed yet redolent of the leather of the boots. Bess reached a foot to Sky’s mound and stroked her through her panties with her great toe. She then stood and commanded that Sky remove her jeans for her, which she proceeded to do. Sky began to feel like a servant as she unzipped the jeans and pulled them down over the woman’s thighs and then to her ankles. Bess raised her feet in succession, stepped out of the jeans and stood there briefly with her legs slightly parted, letting her charge take in her denuded muff just in front of her eyes. Her lips were engorged with desire and moist just inside of the outer opening. “Now replace my boots” she ordered, and Sky did so; thus, Bess was both booted and bare. She spread her legs and reached down to pull apart lewdly her lips with the fingers of both of her hands, revealing fully her engorged clitoris. “Do you like my clitty?” she asked of her charge kneeling before her. Before Sky could answer she ordered her to “attend to it.” Sky leaned forward and, sticking out her tongue, touched Bess’s tender button. An amazing act of control kept Bess from jerking with a spasm of pleasure as Sky’s soft tongue made contact. She tasted the older woman and decided that she tasted little different from her, an empowering realization for the young charge. Bess decided that it was best to just get on with Sky’s indoctrination, so she pulled away and sat almost catlike as she spread her legs the length of the couch, sliding forward to where her pussy parted and almost hung over the edge of the couch. Her clit looked even larger in this position, enflamed and peaking out of the spread hood simply from the spread of her legs. She reached down to touch herself and slipped a finger just inside as Sky knelt in front of her, her ass resting on her heels awaiting her next directive. She removed her finger and luxuriated in her taste as Sky reacted in wide-eyed fashion to the coarse and brazen gesture. Bess then lazily circled a nipple with the moisture on her finger tip and drew a breath sharply from the sensation. With one slow and graceful motion Bess wordlessly pulled forward Sky’s pliant head to within an inch of her tunnel as Sky dropped her hands to the floor to keep from pitching forward. Her hand entangled in the girl’s hair on the back of her head, she whispered almost tenderly, “do what you enjoy having done to you. Taste me again, just my clit at first.” Surprisingly, indeed surprisingly to both of them, Sky took Bess’s clit full in her mouth, tenderly encircling it with her moist lips. The instinctual move so caught Bess off guard that she moaned and pulled forward on Sky’s head. The girl had just enough booze and drugs in her to lose all inhibitions for the moment. She circled her tongue around Bess’s clit and then gently sucked it into her mouth over and over, stroking it with her tongue, her mouth uncharacteristically wet as she virtually suckled the older woman’s clitoris like a suckling babe. Bess had to control herself lest she cum too quickly; the girl’s beauty, her servility and her skill were combining to drive her further and faster than she had anticipated. She wanted to make Sky labor for the first one, despite that Bess wanted to explode right now. One drawback of being a control freak was self-denial she thought to herself fleetingly. She combed her hands through Sky’s hair as the girl worked on her pussy. Bess broke the spell and brought her legs to the floor as she pushed Sky’s head back and away from her. She leaned forward and they kissed passionately as the professor tongue-fucked Sky’s mouth and crushed together their lips. “Turn around and rest your head on the cushions of the sofa” she instructed, and Sky did so, allowing herself the freedom to sit, stretch her legs out and rest her ankles, her head cocked back on the seat and looking at the ceiling. Bess mounted the couch, knees on either side of Sky’s head, arms holding her balance on the back, and lowered her pussy onto Sky’s mouth. She looked down into her eyes as Sky dizzily reoriented herself to her new position, looking up at her tormenter as she serviced her, smelling more the pungent leather boots so close to her head on either side than Bess’s sodden pussy. The Professor's New Toy Ch. 02 Bess took this opportunity to unbutton slowly her blouse and remove it, letting it fall behind her and onto Sky’s outstretched legs. She took her breasts in her hands and squeezed each, as if to demonstrate their size and density. Reaching down to her crotch she slipped two fingers, one on either side of Sky’s nose essentially, in between her pussy and Sky’s lingual ministrations, dipping to wet her fingers in the saliva and fluids now beginning to flow down the sides of Sky’s cheeks and into her mussed hair. Bess wet her nipples with the moisture and circled them, forcibly pinching and flicking the large nipples. Sky closed her eyes and continued to service Bess, her tongue now lapping into her depths like a deft little machine, curling into the wet darkness as her nose rubbed against Bess’s clitoris. Bess subtly shifted her pelvis forward and slightly repositioned herself. The girl kept licking as unbeknownst to Sky the object of her focus shifted from Bess’s pussy to Bess’s backdoor. Only now did Bess allow herself the luxury of a moan as the girl’s lips and tongue saturated her most sensitive spot, tongue now in ass. Bess reached behind her and down and pulled her cheeks apart so that the fullness of her lower fissure, pussy to ass, literally engulfed Sky’s face, her nose now centered on Bess’s pussy as she began to rock herself on Sky’s face. Sky, cognac and valium and all, suddenly woke to her actions and attempted to say “no” as she tried to escape her position. Bess held her head by the hair and continued to rub herself on Sky’s face as the dam broke suddenly and she keened a deep feminine moan to the exploding orgasm. Sky had stopped licking, but Bess was roughly masturbating on the girl’s face as fluid welled into her mouth, choking her with the scent and liquid bounty of her tormenter. Her wiggling protests were enough to sustain Bess’s sensations as she crested again, this time less, yet dribbled fluid from her pussy down over Sky’s nose and closed mouth. Bess reached behind herself and slipped a long middle finger deep into her ass to sustain a third wave, Sky suddenly realizing that her mouth and lips were locked against Bess’s asshole and felt the finger moving in and out of her professor’s fundament, tasting the earthiness of a woman’s ass for the first time as Bess feverishly pistoned her finger in and out of her backdoor. Out of nowhere and perhaps unexpectedly to both of them Bess quickly dropped off of the couch and in between Sky’s legs. Bess forced her mouth onto Sky’s as she kissed her furiously, reveling in her taste on the girl’s breath. She reached down to Sky’s panties to discover the depth of her charge’s excitement, her panties now plastered onto her bare, drenched muff. Bess pulled the material down and aside and in one swift move shoved two fingers into Sky’s tight box and still a third deep into the tightness of her virgin ass. Sky cried out as Bess curled her fingers into her G-spot and began to massage her there, pinching her pubic bone between the two fingers curled into her pussy and her thumb, now massaging her little clitoris. Sky uncontrollably moaned and thrashed from the attention as she quickly closed in on an orgasm. Perversely, Bess lay three fingers from her other hand into the girl’s mouth—including the middle one that had spent considerable time up her ass and finger-fucked not only her pussy and ass but her mouth as well. Sky sucked her fingers frantically as her thighs bucked and fought to engulf as much of Bess’s other hand as possible. That is, until she realized what was in her mouth. Sky thrashed her head from side to side to force Bess to extract the fingers, which she did immediately. But Bess ceased giving attention to her nether regions as well, withdrawing her fingers and leaving in Sky the most unsatisfied feeling of absence she had ever experienced. Bess merely tapped a finger on Sky’s clit, just enough to keep the fire alight, but not nearly enough to foster the explosion she desired. “No, please” Sky pined, her legs writhing around and clenching as her ass slipped in the wet puddle on the hard wood floor. “Please what” Bess inquired. “You know” Sky replied breathlessly. “I’m sure I don’t my drenched little Darling. Please what.” “Don’t stop” she replied, somehow knowing that this still would not be enough, her body jerking with each teasing tap on her clit. “Stop what” Bess continued, “you have to tell me what you want if you expect me to help you.” “Keep using your fingers” Sky blurted out. “But you wanted me to stop” Bess reminded her, “you have to make up your mind Lovely, which do you really want” she taunted as she ran a finger around Sky’s pussy, up to her clit and down her crack. “Finger me please” she whined. “Where” Bess still taunted. “Everywhere” Sky said, her eyes staring blankly down at Bess’s breasts. “Just like before?” “Yes.” “Yes what exactly” she taunted, her mouth inches from Sky’s, as Bess slightly increased the pressure on Sky’s pussy. “Yes please do exactly what you were doing before.” “And do whatever I want.” Sky paused here, biting her lip and quivering slightly with eyes averted before a tap to her clit sent a jerk through her body, “whatever you want.” “That’s my Dear” Bess said as she unexpectedly turned and, on hands and knees with her ass a foot or so from Sky’s face, dropped her head to the floor and brought a hand up between her spread legs. She moved closer to Sky’s face as one finger poised over her asshole and then dipped into the hilt, followed by several strokes in and out of her nut brown hole. Sky looked away, though all the while quite aware of what was happening. Bess turned between Sky’s legs and, kneeling, kissed her long and passionately, pulling her head into her so forcibly that it hurt both of their lips. She then raised her left hand to Sky’s mouth as she inserted fingers into the girl in the identical positions. Sky shivered as a wave of pleasure surged through her as two fingers again pressed her G-Spot, one buried in her ass, and her pubic bone again was pinched between the two inside and the thumb massaging her clit. She was brought to the brink when Bess brought to her lips the finger she had just pulled from her ass and halted the motion of her other hand. “Baby needs to suck” she said as she held the finger suspended six inches from Sky’s lips as fingers quivered deep in her body. Sky closed her eyes and moved her head forward to engulf Bess’s finger and then reopened then when she contacted only air. “But now you have to ask nicely” Bess teased. “Please” she asked. “Please what” Bess continued. “Oh come on” Sky pleaded with just a hint of frustration in her voice. Bess moved to pull her fingers from her and drop her hand from her face when Sky, realizing that she was about to lose what she now wanted, cried “Nooooo. Please let me suck your finger.” Bess smiled and moved her face closer to Sky and kissed the girl on the forehead as she continued the drill, “why do you want to suck my finger.” “Because I need to cum” she blurted out, instantly aware from the expression on Bess’s face that her answer was wrong, and simultaneously realizing what was required of her. Sky boldly reached for Bess’s hand and moved it to an inch from her mouth as she said in a soft and quivering voice “because the taste of your beautiful ass is what I need Dr Drake, with your permission.” Bess let her maneuver her glistening finger into her mouth, and as she did Bess pulled Sky over the edge. She synchronized her finger thrusts on each hand, and quickly Sky began to whine through her nose. Her moans turned into a nasal scream, matching the flailing of her body as it rode Bess’s fingers, her mouth just another hole to be fingered along with her pussy and asshole. Bess watched with controlled delight as Sky reveled in the assorted violations and blissfully rode her oppressor’s digits to several wet and obviously satisfying orgasms. Bess finally pulled her fingers from the girl and leaned in and kissed her, then rising to grab her cognac. “Back in a minute my Sweet” she announced as she left Sky temporarily spend in a puddle of her own fluids. A quick glance at a clock confirmed that all that and it was only 7:30 with all night to go. What would happen next Sky wondered.