My dress is blowing and it feels pretty freeing being practically naked in front of all these students and, very likely, some professors.
Skipping steps, I get to his office and look at the clock. 4:03, surely that will be fine.
I knock and try to calm my rapid breathing.
“Come in Miss Madison.”
Nervously I open the door; my pussy already on fire.
He doesn’t invite me to sit, so I don’t.
“You are late. I said 4:00. I said not a moment later. Don’t you respect my time?”
His (very sexy) deep voice makes me feel almost childlike.
“Yes Sir, I do respect your time. I had an issue at the dorm that detained me.”
He doesn’t need to know the issue was I was fingering myself thinking about his cock in me.
“What was the issue Miss Madison?”
Fuck. Think fast.
“A pipe broke in my dorm room Sir,” casting my eyes to the floor like a reprimanded puppy.
“Is that so? Well let me call maintenance and check that out,” he calmly replied while lifting the phone.
“No. Wait. I lied. I was just on the phone too long to my mother.”
“I wonder if I should call and confirm firm that as well?,” he turns to his computer.
Fuck it. If I tell the truth maybe he will fuck me.
“Fine. I was in the shower too long fingering my pussy thinking about your cock in me.”
“Is that so?”
He grabs a ruler, stands, and steps out from behind his desk.
“The real reason I called you here is your slutty behavior. Walking around with no panties or bra on those huge titties, so that anyone can see.”
“If that wasn’t bad enough. Showing that slutty pussy of yours bending over in front of your professor.”
“And now you tell me you were fingering yourself thinking about fucking your professor.”
“What would your father think?”
He sits on the edge of his desk, tapping the ruler lightly on his hand, “perhaps I should call him and tell him about your slutty behavior?”
“No. Please Sir.”
Turing the monitor to face me with my student card already on the screen he grabs the phone and starts to dial.
“No. Please Sir. I’ll do anything.”
There is zero chance I am going to let him call my father. He will definitely cancel my credit card if that happens.
“Anything?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You do realize that I’m a tenured professor who has documented your slutty behavior so I couldn’t possibly be reprimanded for anything I do?”
“I did not know that Sir but I’ll still do whatever I need to.”
“Very well then. You need some discipline, being such a slut.”
“Get over here and lay on my lap.”
Hell Yes. Finally.
“Yes Sir.”
He slides back on the desk and basically lifts me across his lap.
“I already know you are not wearing panties,” he says lifting my dress and running his hand over my ass.
I might just cum right now from anticipation.
“You are a very bad girl who is going to need some intensive discipline because you are clearly a little whore.”
He spanks me with the ruler. Hard.
“Yes Sir. I have been slutty.”
Another smack. I had imagined this but had no idea it would feel so good. I feel my pussy start to get sloppy and he spreads my legs a bit exposing it.
“Look at you. I see you are already wet. So slutty. Getting turned on from your professor spanking your naughty ass.”
He swats me even harder.
“You are definitely going to need a lot of training so I think you will be my project for the year.”
He is picking up the pace with the ruler and I am getting wetter and wetter.
Spreading my legs more he smacks my mound with the ruler.
“You really are a slut. Your juice practically splashed me with that swat.”
Fuck. I really am wet. I feel it seeping out of me.
He smacks my pussy for a bit longer and I am on fire.
He better fuck me soon or I am going to cum just from getting spanked.
“Look at this mess you are making Miss Madison,” he states plainly as he slides his fingers down my slit and back up to my asshole, rubbing my juices over it and gently pushing his finger in it just a little bit.
Holy shit that feels good. No one has every touched me there and it is electric.
“Yes. Yes. You will do nicely,” he declares.
Leaving my ass, his fingers slide down to my clit.
“You are so wet slut. Do you have a tight pussy or is it used up already?”
Sliding a finger inside me, “oh yes, you will do very nicely . You are tight.”
I have to exercise extreme restraint not to cum as he starts to finger fuck me slowly.
OMG this is insane . He actually has is finger in me. Fucking me. Don’t cum. Don’t cum.
“OK slut. Here are the terms of this deal. You will do whatever I ask of you. At any time. You will drop whatever you are doing immediately and come to me if I call.”
He stopped finger fucking me. Please keep going! I already said I’ll do whatever you want.
I wiggle my ass hoping he will start again and my actions are responded to with a harsh smack.
“Stop being such a greedy slut and listen. You will be disciplined for any infractions. In whatever way I see fit.”
Yes. Yes. OK. Fuck me more. Please.
“Yes Sir. I understand.”
“Do you? I don’t think so. You will fuck, suck, and eat whomever I chose. Sometimes multiple people at a time”
Seriously. This is supposed to be a bad deal or something? Sounds pretty fantastic to me.
“You will be my personal plaything for the year. Do you agree to these terms?”
“Yes Sir.”
Fuck me already for God’s sake.
“Get off me slut,” he commands in a way that leads me to believe I’m not going to get to cum now.
“Go back to your dorm. Put on the sluttiest outfit you own and arrive at this address by 6:30pm. Sharp,” handing me a card with an address about 25 minutes away.
“And I mean sharp this time. Not a minute later.”
“Yes Sir.”
“What are waiting for slut? Get out of here.”
I turn to leave and glance at the clock and realize I don’t have much time but at least I don’t have to run.
I probably should though. I look down to see my juices starting to run down my thighs.
It is in this moment I realize what a slut I really am because I walk across the quad and I don’t even care who sees.
I realize it turns me on immensely to have my sloppy pussy on display.
I make pretty good time getting to the dorm and select the tightest dress I own. White and nearly see through from being so tight. It is basically a slightly long tube top and just barely covers my ass.
Swiping my hair in to a messy bun, I grab my purse, and head out the door.
Waterville is not that far and I arrive at the address a bit early, thankfully. Although, I’m interested to find out what would happen if I wasn’t on time a second time.
Done in the style of Frank Lloyd Wright, clearly, the home is stunning. Built into the hillside with a small waterfall spilling down the rock face into a clear blue pond.
Slowly I make my way up the stone steps and wait at the door to ring the bell until my watch hits 6:30pm.
As I wait I am awestruck by the natural beauty of this place.
Surrounded by forest there is not much sun filtering in at this time of day.
Fuck. Answer the door.
Professor Harlow makes me wait for five minutes before opening the door.
“Miss Madison. Welcome to my home. You will be spending a lot if time here.”
“Follow me you little tramp.”
“Look at that dress. You really wear that in public?”