The Professor's New Toy Ch. 01
Keywords: Ch., The, 01, Professor's, New, Toy,
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"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.
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Keywords: Ch., The, 01, Professor's, New, Toy,