Learning a Lesson
Scenario:
You are at university and I am your tutor. You are a good student, but you also like to get your own way. You have submitted a paper but is isn’t very good and you have to meet me to discuss - and you are very afraid of failing the course. You were aware that I liked you and had seen the way that I looked at you in the corridor so you though that a short skirt and loose blouse might help the failing mark.
We discuss the paper and I try to explain where your problems lie, and confirming that I will fail the paper and that you will need to resubmit. You cross and uncross your legs, trying to distract me, hoping that I will somehow overlook the issue and give you a pass. You lean forwards, your hair falling over your face, your blouse opening so that I can get a clear sight of your firm breasts and soft skin.
Suddenly I stand up. “Enough. That’s enough of that behaviour. Do you think that you can come in here and flirt your way to a first? Where is your integrity? Have you no self respect that you think that flirting will get you what you want?” You look shocked and try to stammer a reply. “Stand up! Come over here! You want to act like a slut, to degrade yourself? Well I will show you how that really feels.” I tower over you. “Hands on the desk. Now!” You place your hands on the desk as I move behind you. “You hoped that a quick flash of these knickers would change my mind and get you what you want”. I say as I lift your shirt and pull your knickers down your long smooth legs. “Really? I think that you under estimate me”. You step out of the knickers. “Spread your legs slut! That is what you are isn’t it, a slut? A naughty girl who thinks that she can get anything she wants by flirting”. As I place my hand firmly between your legs, my fingers spread your pussy lips feeling your wetness. “Wet already slut?” I ask rhetorically. “Does it turn you on to be treated like this?” “Yes” you moan quietly, lying across the desk, your legs shaking with desire.
I push a finger deep inside you and you moan. Two fingers inside. I turn them and force them deep. Pressing your G spot, I work them in and out, thrust them in and out as your juices cover my hand. I open my trousers and drop them to the floor along with my shorts. Tempted for a moment to plunge into you, I resist the urge. “Stand up and turn around Slut”. I sit back down into my office chair, my long hard cock erect in anticipation. In an instant you are in your knees, your tongue licking my balls and shaft. Sucking the head into your mouth. “Feel good?” You nod your head as you suck. “Play with yourself, I want to hear you playing with your wet pussy”. With one hand gripped around my cock, your other hand is busy between your legs, rubbing your clit and pushing fingers deep inside. “Make yourself cum. Cum for me as you suck my cock on your knees”. I hear you gasp as your fingers play with your clit and your mouth sucks urgently. “Cum for me. Cum on your fingers as I degrade you by coming on your face and breasts”.
I stand up taking your head in my hands, fucking your mouth. Now both your hands are playing, rubbing, fingering. I can feel you are about to cum, kneeling in front on me, in my office, my cock deep in your mouth, saliva dripping from your chin, your breasts bare, humiliated and yet so turned on and excited. The pleasure is too great. The humiliation, the excitement, the pleasure, the hard cock; the dam breaks and you start to shake as you cum. Fingers deep inside. As you cum I pull my cock out of your mouth and start to spray on your face and breasts. Cum splashes down all over you, covering you.
I sit down, you place your head in my lap. Your cheek against my softening wet cock. I stroke your hair in comfort. “Well I think that we have established something”. I say. “What?” You murmur quietly, the awful realisation of what you have just done dawning on you. “That, despite being a bright, articulate, and well brought up young lady, there is an inner slut in you that needs fucking. Get up and lock the door, please.” I say calmly. You walk to the door and turn the key. I stand up as you turn around and you see my cock swell and lengthen as I start to get hard again.
“Come back over here”.
You are at university and I am your tutor. You are a good student, but you also like to get your own way. You have submitted a paper but is isn’t very good and you have to meet me to discuss - and you are very afraid of failing the course. You were aware that I liked you and had seen the way that I looked at you in the corridor so you though that a short skirt and loose blouse might help the failing mark.
We discuss the paper and I try to explain where your problems lie, and confirming that I will fail the paper and that you will need to resubmit. You cross and uncross your legs, trying to distract me, hoping that I will somehow overlook the issue and give you a pass. You lean forwards, your hair falling over your face, your blouse opening so that I can get a clear sight of your firm breasts and soft skin.
Suddenly I stand up. “Enough. That’s enough of that behaviour. Do you think that you can come in here and flirt your way to a first? Where is your integrity? Have you no self respect that you think that flirting will get you what you want?” You look shocked and try to stammer a reply. “Stand up! Come over here! You want to act like a slut, to degrade yourself? Well I will show you how that really feels.” I tower over you. “Hands on the desk. Now!” You place your hands on the desk as I move behind you. “You hoped that a quick flash of these knickers would change my mind and get you what you want”. I say as I lift your shirt and pull your knickers down your long smooth legs. “Really? I think that you under estimate me”. You step out of the knickers. “Spread your legs slut! That is what you are isn’t it, a slut? A naughty girl who thinks that she can get anything she wants by flirting”. As I place my hand firmly between your legs, my fingers spread your pussy lips feeling your wetness. “Wet already slut?” I ask rhetorically. “Does it turn you on to be treated like this?” “Yes” you moan quietly, lying across the desk, your legs shaking with desire.
I push a finger deep inside you and you moan. Two fingers inside. I turn them and force them deep. Pressing your G spot, I work them in and out, thrust them in and out as your juices cover my hand. I open my trousers and drop them to the floor along with my shorts. Tempted for a moment to plunge into you, I resist the urge. “Stand up and turn around Slut”. I sit back down into my office chair, my long hard cock erect in anticipation. In an instant you are in your knees, your tongue licking my balls and shaft. Sucking the head into your mouth. “Feel good?” You nod your head as you suck. “Play with yourself, I want to hear you playing with your wet pussy”. With one hand gripped around my cock, your other hand is busy between your legs, rubbing your clit and pushing fingers deep inside. “Make yourself cum. Cum for me as you suck my cock on your knees”. I hear you gasp as your fingers play with your clit and your mouth sucks urgently. “Cum for me. Cum on your fingers as I degrade you by coming on your face and breasts”.
I stand up taking your head in my hands, fucking your mouth. Now both your hands are playing, rubbing, fingering. I can feel you are about to cum, kneeling in front on me, in my office, my cock deep in your mouth, saliva dripping from your chin, your breasts bare, humiliated and yet so turned on and excited. The pleasure is too great. The humiliation, the excitement, the pleasure, the hard cock; the dam breaks and you start to shake as you cum. Fingers deep inside. As you cum I pull my cock out of your mouth and start to spray on your face and breasts. Cum splashes down all over you, covering you.
I sit down, you place your head in my lap. Your cheek against my softening wet cock. I stroke your hair in comfort. “Well I think that we have established something”. I say. “What?” You murmur quietly, the awful realisation of what you have just done dawning on you. “That, despite being a bright, articulate, and well brought up young lady, there is an inner slut in you that needs fucking. Get up and lock the door, please.” I say calmly. You walk to the door and turn the key. I stand up as you turn around and you see my cock swell and lengthen as I start to get hard again.
“Come back over here”.
4年前
