The girl was a student in the library science program, I was a professor. And worse, I was a profess

The girl was a student in the library science program, I was a professor. And worse, I was a professor who had made some poor choices in the past with regard to my political affiliations… and I doubted that “they weren’t a designated terrorist organization when I joined” would hold much water with the faculty review board. So when she came to me with a stack of newspaper clippings and Party newsletters, and asked me what I would do to keep my past association quiet… I was more or less at her mercy.I expected her to demand grades, and she did, but that wasn’t all she wanted. That first day she made me strip, and took photos of me standing naked in my own office. Behind the lenses of her hipsterish glasses, her brown eyes were wicked. She forced me to assume ridiculous poses, and display my body, and then watch as she uploaded the photos to a Google drive account.She played with my dick for a few moments, and seemed pleased with my size… and how quickly I swelled to hardness. But she soon had me kneeling before her licking her, faster and faster as she told me how she planned to use me.Honestly, most of it didn’t sound too bad. Serving her orally, fucking her, servicing her friends. I was single, and what guy wouldn’t get off on a gorgeous woman who wanted to fuck him? I was less excited when she had me shift onto my back on the floor and she began to grind herself painfully onto my face as I licked.As she got more excited she told me about her collection of whips, paddles, and floggers. How she would beat me as I serviced her and her friends; how she would take me to sexual clubs and farm me out to whoever wanted to use me. The piercings and tattoos she would require me to get in intimate places. She must have come dozens of times.When she got bored riding my face, twisting my ears and hair painfully between her long-nailed fingers, she pinched and bit my nipples and torso. By the time she was done, I was covered in welts and small cuts, and flaccid as a child.She dressed me again and pushed me back in the chair, my pants still undone and still naked below the waist herself.“This won’t do,” she cooed in my ear, teasing my dick with a gentle finger. “I want my new toy to enjoy himself.” Against my will, I began to get hard again as she traced my ear with her tongue. I hardened again beneath her gentle touch, and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me and grinding against my dick.She leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Does my toy want to fuck me?” Grudgingly I answered. “Yes,” and without a moment’s hesitation she sucked my earlobe into her mouth and bit down. I swear I felt blood, and I yelled with the pain… but still I was aroused.“Yes what, my little fucktoy?” Her voice was mild, aroused and breathy. Like a teenage girl.“Yes, I want to fuck you–” I felt her move towards my ear again, and I improvised wildly “–Mistress! I want to fuck you, mistress!”She smiled at me, and reached down to grasp me by the base of my cock.I had never felt a woman as wet and tight as her, and I came in moments as she began to ride me, whispering promises and abuse in my ear. -- source link

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