


The Lioness of Montgomery

by Ravenblackerotica



Category: Exhibitionist & Voyeur
Published: 2015-09-25
Updated: 2016-04-13
Packaged: 2017-04-24 20:25:44
Chapters: 3
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-lioness-of-montgomery-pt-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2788845&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. A busty professor can't help but cum in front of her class.</p>
<p>2. A curvy Professor loses control to her students as she cums.</p>
<p>3. The Busty Professor juggles sub life with 2 of her students.</p>
Erotica Tags: BDSM, Bdsm, Cumming In Public, Exhibitionist & Voyeur, Female
Masturbation, Mature, Mature Orgasm, Public Masturbation, Slut Orgasm, Teacher
Sex, Threesome Sex, Voyeurism, Young And Old Sex
Average Rating: 4.47





TABLE OF CONTENTS


The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 01

The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02

The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 03




        The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 01


I sat at in my classroom. My middle finger traced my bulging pussy lips
through my black panties while a hundred eyes watched. My frozen hand is
thawed by the heat radiating from my sex and thick thighs surrounding it. It
was always ice cold in this building but for some reason, the temperature in
my classroom made the rest of the building seem warm. The air cut into you
like a knife and exposed your heart to the freeze. It was common for me to be
in the midst of teaching the week's trigonometry lesson only to pause just to
breathe into the air, because I thought for sure this time I would see my
breath. However, for the first time in the 10 years I had taught at Alabama
State University, I was starting to sweat.  
  
_God dammit,_ I thought. _I'm already soaked from my fishnet through panties.
Wonder what he'd do if he found out what a bad girl I'm being..._  
  
Like a kindling fire in the middle of a blizzard, I felt a constant stream of
chills rolling up my spine. It started inside my sex. My pussy was an engine
trying to start after being left in the cold too long. Every drag of my finger
over my lips revved my insides. My left middle finger worked left to right on
my lips and I feel my finger push my pantyhose inside my pussy. My eyes went
to a young man sitting in the front row, briefly.  
  
_Mmmm..._  
  
I rubbed from the bottom to the top then lightly brushed on my clit. Even
though I wore black panties over my fishnet pantyhose, the contact on my
always sensitive clit caused me to squirm in my seat and adjust my skirt as a
warmth fell up my body like dominos.  
  
_You need to stop, this is too dangerous,_ I thought. _Just go into the
bathroom, cum, then come back out. You know what will happen if you get
caught, again?_  
  
I looked up from the stack of papers in front of me into the sea of college
students testing away. My eyes bounced from one face to another till I found
her. A sickly thin girl with her dyed blonde hair in a short pony tail. No
more than 19 years old. Though, I was nearing the end of the fall semester, I
had no guess at her name, like my 200 other students. That is until last
Monday when she caught me in my office on- school property, completely naked
with 10 inches of a black dildo crammed in my pussy.  
  
_Jessica Kemp... I know her name now..._  
  
"Tw-" I cleared my throat. "Twenty minutes left to finish the test." I
announced to the class. Every pair of eyes that looked up at me for a moment
was like a jolt to my aching pussy. My gaze went back to a student in the
front row who brushed his matted black hair from his brow.  
  
I sat at a large desk at the front of the room. My legs were encased by the
black, cool, desk that hid everything going on below. My left palm rubbed down
my left, inner thigh slowly, feeling the black fishnet against my soft skin.
Near my knee, I squeezed and circled the meat on my thigh.  
  
There was not many things I liked on my body, though, I'm sure very few 48
year old women enjoyed any part of their body. My 5'3 frame was shorter than I
liked. My stomach was thin, though, age hung to parts of my skin like death
pulling you to the ground. I had considered in my youth getting breast
implants, as they were never quite as large as I wanted. As I near 50, though,
I thank god I never did now. All the weight I did gained over the years
appeared to have gone to my breasts, causing them to grow fat and jiggly with
a faint web of stretch marks along the outside. The one part I did love were
my thighs. Thick and tight, squats were made a part of my weekly workout for
years now. I'd stare into the mirror at home as I dressed in various leggings,
and I would picture a man ripping them free as he threw me to the ground. I'd
picture one man in particular.  
  
I pushed my drenched panties to the side and felt the grooves of my shaved
pussy lips through my thin pantyhose. I bit my lip as I twirled my curly black
hair that dangle on the side of my face. Staring down at a colleague's essay I
pretended to be editing, my students turned pages on their tests and glanced
up at me. My finger found a small hole where the stitching had broken loose,
and I slowly pushed my finger inside it. Working it in circles, I opened the
hole wider and wider around my crotch. Every tear in the fabric made a soft
ripping sound that caused me to hold my breath, knowing that someone in the
front row must have heard it. My middle finger immediately dips into my warm
pussy and it feels as though I just dunked it into fresh brownies. My lips
swallowed my finger whole.  
  
"Oohhh..." I whispered faintly, as I bit the pen in my hand.  
  
_Sarah, Stop!_ I scolded myself. _You could get fired- you could already be
fired depending on what that Jessica Kemp bitch does._  
  
When Jessica walked into my office and saw me on my knees, naked, fucking my
dildo, and with a ball gag strapped in my mouth, she gasped, staring like a
deer might at an oncoming car. Then she apologized and ran out before I could
remove ball gag. That was the last time I saw her till today. I was sure I
would be fired the following day. That there would be facebook pages and news
articles on me by nightfall. That my class would berate me in today's class-
as I was not the most pleasant Professor by anyone's standard. But instead,
nothing. No firing, facebook pages, or news articles. From best I could tell,
Jessica had told no one of how much of a submissive little slut I was.  
  
My hips scooched from the back to the front of my chair, eager for my touch. I
tried not to be obvious in my slouch but as I pushed two fingers into my
slutty hole, I cared less of how I appeared. My pussy creamed with every fuck,
I finger fucked myself deeper, brushing against my g-spot as I tasted blood in
my mouth. I bit my tongue in attempt to keep me from screaming. My thighs
pressed against the arms of my chair, I held them open as my fingers abused my
cunt while I thought of him. The one man who has made me cum without ever
having laying a finger on me.  
  
It started innocently enough. Meeting in a chatroom online. He came on strong,
telling me a long tale of what he would do to my body if he was there. He took
control, ordering me when to touch pussy, when to cum when not to, when to
spank my ass, and when to slap my dirty bitch clit.  
  
_Mmmmmm I wish you were here now, wILDtHING96... fucking me on this desk..._  
  
My eyes rolled back as my eye lids closed slowly with my face buried in my
papers. My pussy engulfed my fingers thrusting up inside me faster and faster
and faster. I fucked my dirty fucking cunt, like he would. I heard the
splashing of my pussy as I fucked it and found my right slowly running a
finger over breasts.  
  
It is because of wILDtHING96 and what he did last night, that I couldn't
sleep. And the reason I can't think about anything but cumming right now...  
  
A shadow stood over me. I startled straight and realized a man was there. A
student. My fingers froze inside my pussy lips and my legs closed around my
hand.  
  
_No, no, no, Sarah! You idiot! You just threw your career away!_  
  
My heart stopped as my eyes focused on the person looming over me. I looked up
and saw a student. A face I did not recognize, but his eyes were buried in the
multi-page trigonometry exam I had given them all. His face was not flushed,
but calm and boring.  
  
_He didn't see!_  
  
He placed his exam on the corner of my desk, smiled a polite smile at me then
left. My heart thumped in my chest and I felt the juices pour from my tight
twat. My fingers stilled stuffed in my pussy, I slowly pulled them out and
pressed them back in, again and again, as I smiled at the train of faces that
brought their tests to my desk.  
  
_Oh god... oh god... oh god..._  
  
My breathing was beginning to become out of control. My chest labored as my
pussy begged my extremities to run amuck. I crammed three fingers inside my
tiny twat and was ready to scream.  
  
"Mmm- Mm- Mmmmm," my soft moans through pursed lips were quiet till the end. I
had to clear my throat to cover the growing sound of my lust. I've never been
one for voyeurism, but this new found thrill was almost more than I could
bare. I felt my slippery lips clench around my three fingers and had to
straighten my legs to keep my flexed muscles from cramping.  
  
Early in our chats, wILDtHING96 told me his name was Justin and I told him
mine was Sarah, but that was the only personal information we ever exchanged.
No, phone numbers, no pictures, or careers... The mystery combined with the
way his control extended over me was what made me so wet.  
  
I imagined being held down by Justin while his strong hand smacked my ass. He
would take control of my body. His hard cock would part my lips and fuck my
hole hard, calling me the dirty closet whore that I was. A year straight I had
been messaging him this was by far the most turned on he had made me.  
  
_I can't- ohhh shit- I can't..._  
  
I forced my eyes to stay open and looked down at my papers. I tried not to
show any emotion but could barely managed to remain sitting up right.  
  
_I have to stop. I can't cum in the classroom- there's no way I can keep
quiet- oh shhhhhit..._  
  
My pussy lips pulsated around my fingers and I panicked. I wasn't prepared to
cum and knew that I might moan like an old hag, whoring herself out on a
public street corner. My hand went still and I took a deep breath, cooling my
pussy so not to explode.  
  
In that moment, I saw Jessica Kemp stand from her seat in the fourth row and
walked towards me. Her thin legs were tan all the way to the top of her frizzy
cut short-short jeans. She wore a splatter dyed t-shirt that was homemade as
part of a sorority house of some kind which hid whatever small breast curves
that she had. My hand was coated in my juices as my pussy continued to flex
around my fingers, begging to cum.  
  
Jessica stopped in front of my desk, placed her test on the pile, and looked
at me for a moment. Her eyes went to mine, at first. Then down to my cleavage
in my v-neck cut top, then down below, as if she could see through my desk,
through my clothes to the mess of wet and cum between my thick thighs. She
slid her backpack from her shoulder to the ground and pulled the hair tie free
from her pony tail, freeing her dirty blonde hair. She shook her hair free and
cupped her jagged curls that bordered her face. She smiled, amused with
herself, then picked up her things and left the classroom, almost in a skip.  
  
I watched her leave and started fingering myself again without knowing it. I
considered the moment and why she would not tell anyone what she saw me do.  
  
_Does she intend to black mail me?_  
  
_Threaten me?_  
  
For some reason, every option I came up with turned me on more so as I watched
another quarter of my class turn their papers in. I looked to a man in the
left, front row. He bit his pierced lip as his messy black hair hung over his
exam. He wore a black shirt belonging to some death metal group and baggy
jeans.  
  
I realized I was panting with my mouth open as I rubbed juices over my
fishnets, drying my hand. I looked up and penetrated my pussy hard with two
fingers. Pushed in and pulled out.  
  
Then three fingers. I pushed in so deep, I ached and pursed my lips, pulling
out.  
  
"Mmmmmm..." I trailed off.  
  
Then four fingers. I struggled as they worked inside me, inching left to
right, deeper and deeper. I clenched my teeth, cowered, and wished I had a
ball gag in my mouth to bite down on. Wished I was on display for this crowd
of students and spread eagled as I was finger fucked.  
  
_I'm losing it...Oh shit...I'm losing it..._  
  
As I fucked myself with four fingers, I thought about Justin and our chat from
last night. I think about him ordering me to trace the lips of my pussy
through my panties. He said to rip a hole in my fishnets and finger fuck
myself. One finger at first, he said. Then two. Fucking deep and hard. He told
me last night as I masturbated to my computer screen in bed, to fuck my shaved
twat with three fingers, then four. Pounding my pussy as only a handful of
students remained in class, I feel trickles of sweat leave my neck rolling
down my back.  
  
_Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Oh, Sarah, fuck!_  
  
My stomach contorted and I heaved silently in my chair in front of everyone. I
cleared my throat every moment I sensed a moan coming out of control. I
remembered Justin turning on his web cam for the first time last night and
seeing his hard long cock, throbbing on the screen. I shoved my 8 inch dildo
down my throat when I saw that, gagging myself.  
  
My used twat was inches from exploding. A constant quiver brushed my lips with
every breath and caused a slight moan in my workspace. I thought about him
ripping my clothes off and throwing me to the floor. I thought about him
taking control over me and making me his sex slave. I thought about being
used, not in pretend, like I have done for years, but for real. In that
moment. It could happen. I thought of him sticking that long throbbing cock
deeep in my ass as he smacked my whore tits.  
  
_OhhhhshitfuckImfuckingcumming!!_  
  
My pussy spasmed on my fingers as all four of them pounded my pussy fast. I
clenched my thighs together and pinched my hand between them. I held my breath
as my eyes rolled back and the wave of orgasms hit me like water on a dam. My
body jumped and shook every few moments, as if I had the hiccups.  
  
_Yesyesyesss! Fuck me, sir, fuck me! I want you inside me, I want this to
happen, I don't care of the consequences, I want to make this happen! Fuck
me!!!_  
  
My pussy creamed on my hand soaking to my wrist.  
  
"Ohhhhh..." I shuddered and coughed as I adjusted my fishnets.  
  
The young man who sat in the front row stood and gathered his things. His
death metal shirt had streaks of red and silver slashed across the black
shirt. His wild toss of black hair strung across his pierced eye brow and his
tongue teased the ring in the corner of his lip. He walked to me with his
test, lost and in a daze.  
  
I remembered last night after Justin gave me permission to cum and I got to
watch him stroke his shaft to completion. For the first time in a year, I saw
Justin's face. I recognized his eye brow piercings and lip piercing
immediately.  
  
I extend my left hand that was just buried in my drenched pussy to him as he
walked to my desk. As he handed me his test I said, "Thanks, Justin." He gave
me a short nod and left the classroom none the wiser that his slut just
thanked him for allowing her to cum for him.




        The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02


_Make sure you check out these (in reading order):_  
  

  * _The Lioness of Montgomery Chp. 01_

  
  
_Or if you're not in the mood, here's a recap!_  
  
_Professor Sarah Mills is a 48 year old Algebra Professor who's spent the past
months exercising her bondage libido during office hours and even under the
desk in the classroom. The voyeurism had paid off with gushing orgasms, until
a bratty 19 year old student, Jessica Kemp, walked in on Professor Mills with
a ball gag in and dildo stuffed between her thighs. Oh... and Sarah's long
time internet dom has turned out to be another 19 year old student, Justin
Sales._  
  
===========================================  
  
**[Tuesday, 4:35PM]**  
  
My words hung heavy in the air. I leaned against the edge of my desk. My
fingers fidgeted with one another in my lap, and I felt the tension in my
stomach twisting like a loaded spring.  
  
_Why does it matter? This is what I've wanted to happen for over a year, and
even if it did matter, how would she know?_  
  
My light pink v cut sweater exposed a good portion of my cleavage that my arms
only mashed together more so. But Justin didn't concern himself with my ample
breasts. No. His eyes traversed my legs like a raft went down white water. His
gaze washed over the dark mesh of my fishnets that covered my calves and thick
thighs. They paused at where my soft creamy skin disappeared under the dark
shadow of my short, red, knife pleated skirt.  
  
_It's your job, it's your life! He's your student! He could say something, she
could say something!_  
  
I stood fully clothed in my own office but felt exposed as he stared between
my thighs like I was naked. In that moment, I realized that I was dressed like
a high school slut. Like a cheerleader begging to be fucked. Just as I would
be dressed 30 years prior when I was a high school and college cheerleader.
Even then, I had always had fantasies of a strong man throwing my tiny figure
about before choking me with his hard schlong. Other cheerleaders would giggle
at my fantasies at slumber parties, calling me, Slutty Sarah. So my urges were
slowly repressed over the years. And as I entered my thirties, then forties
and tried to rekindle those excitements, every man I happened about was too
weak or too timid. They drew their lines in the sand well before my needs
which left my cravings unfelt. Over the years, my cravings intensified,
though, my attempts to satisfy them became- white wash... background noise...  
  
Curbing my thirst for punishment, degradation, and control, I turned to the
internet, allowing my eyes to pour of hours of hardcore pornography, and spent
countless hours trapped in the imaginary fantasies of erotic literature. Role
playing for years, I edged myself to gushing orgasms with various men and
women in chatrooms and over the phone. I accepted defeat as approached my
fifty's, having only a glimmer of hope that I held on to every time I fingered
myself. The hope that I would one day be locked in the room with a wild animal
of a man standing in front of me, eyeing me just as my college student Justin
was now. But now I stood in silence, fighting a tremble that shook at my
knees. I felt the fear of the unknown grasped its way up my throat as Justin
began walking for me.  
  
**[Monday, 4:52AM] ...36 hours prior...**  
  
"Aaaahhh- MMmmmmm!" I groaned as I slobbered around the thick black dildo
crammed in my mouth. My left hand fed the dildo into my loud slut mouth as my
right pumped a cream colored 8 inch dildo into my slick pussy. The cream
colored dildo had a pair of balls at the base of it which gave me better
leverage to hold on to and fuck myself with. I sat on the floor, my knees
spread, and my sweaty body was shaking in the dark room. The blue and white
light that flashed from my computer screen bathed my naked curves and thick,
bouncy tits as I trembled. "Mmm- ck- ack- Mmmm," I gagged on my black dildo. I
felt my throat seize and saliva poured down my chin as trickles of sweat
formed around my brow, neck, and breasts.  
  
I heard the _thuds_ of my 8 incher pounding into my gaping hole. Fucking my
juicy pussy into submission. My body was completely naked with the exception
of my favorite black laced fishnets that stopped just short on my upper thigh,
and a pair of red, 6 inch heels. My feet angled in such a way that every time
my hips raised and lowered in motion with my dildo's penetration, the spikes
of my heels dug into my rounded ass cheeks. I pulled the dildo from my lips
and felt a string of spit fall with it to the ground. I bit my lip as I typed
quickly on my on laptop.  
  
_Mmmm yess, sir, fuck your slut_! I thought_._  
  
I typed to Justin how I just gagged myself as he asked and told him how
drenched my dildo is from my slutty twat. He corrected me and said that it was
not 'my' slutty twat but 'his' slutty twat for him to do whatever he wishes
with.  
  
I bit my lower lip and stuffed my dildo deep into pussy so that I could feel
the immense pressure as my lips squeezed on its shaft.  
  
'I'm sorry, sir,' I replied. Justin told me to pull on my chain and gave me
further instructions. 'Yes, sir.'  
  
As my left gripped the small linked chain that laid between my thighs, my eyes
flickered from the right side of my screen that had Justin's chat window open,
to the left side that had a threesome sex scene on replay. It showed a young,
skinny brunette bent over and getting fucked from behind by a fat cock, while
her lips are stretched to the limit by another long cock skull fucking her
from the front.  
  
_Mmmmm god, I want that. Use me like the whore I am!_  
  
My right dropped the dildo from my pussy as I pulled the chain with my left. I
felt the cool, rough, ribbed metal go taut between my pussy lips. The metal
pressed against my pale soft skin between my ass cheeks, on my back, and
finally I felt it tighten on my black dog collar fastened around my neck. I
pulled on the chain and my pussy quivered as it grinded back and forth on my
swollen clit. I had been playing for 5 hours straight now, and Justin was yet
to allow me to cum.  
  
"Ooohh goddd..." My body shook in protest as the pressure built. "Let me cum."
I whined to no one. "Let me cum. Let-" My breath went short as my dog collar
restrained my throat. I pursed my lips as the cool metal still grinded roughly
on my sensitive clit. My eyes read Justin's next punishment, and I grasped a
medium potato chip clip on the coffee table beside my laptop. My right slowly
opened the metal clip as it hovered over my bursting heavy tits. I closed it
around my left erect nipple and let it hang.  
  
"Mmmmmmm!!!" I screamed in a hushed hum with my eyes closed as I bounced up
and down trying to forget the pain. My massive tits bounced, making the clip
swing and only caused a sharper pain on my aching pink nipple. I pulled harder
with me left, still able to breathe, but digging the black leather into my
skin and the cold metal into my filthy cunt.  
  
_I can't- I can't- fuck, I can't hold on much longer. I need- oohhhh... I need
to fucking cum so bad._  
  
My right hand shook as I picked up a second clip and slowly closed it on my
right nipple.  
  
"Fuckfckfuck!" I groaned a restrained moan. My fat tits were on fire. My raw
pink pussy was on fire. I opened my eyes biting my lower lip and typed with my
right hand slowly. 'Done, sirr.'  
  
'Good girl,' Justin typed. 'Maybe my whore will get to cum, yet.'  
  
'Yes, sir, yes,' I replied. 'Your whore needs to cum soo badly pleaseplease.'  
  
'Mmm... With the chain between _MY_ whore's pussy lips, I want you to clench
your thighs together. Tight,' he typed.  
  
I did so, and as I adjusted, felt my tits sway and my nipples burn with their
every movement.  
  
'Grasp the chain behind your neck with your right,' he demanded and I
followed. My drenched pussy lips poured on the thin chain link as they
swallowed it.  
  
'Now _pulllll_ the chain up with your right hand,' he commanded.  
  
I gulped and began to pull on the chain.  
  
"Oh my godyesshitfuck!" I yelled.  
  
I felt the cold metal ribs draaag on my bulging clit, grinding on inner pussy
lips, then finally hooking under my hips and rubbing hard on my asshole
between my cheeks. My ass cheeks clenched and loosened repeatedly which made
my upper body bounce and my tits flap.  
  
"Shit shit shit shit," I screamed.  
  
'Now pull up on the chain from between your legs,' he typed. 'Squeeze those
fucking thighs together!'  
  
I grinded my fishnets together as I squeezed. My pussy and tits were on fire
as I pulled the chain back through. Every rib on the chain hooked on my clit
and pulled on it as I ran it higher.  
  
_Jesus- I'm gunna cum! I can't cum he hasn't let me fuck I can't- please..._  
  
'Again!' He demanded.  
  
I pulled it back though my tight slit and started to heave, my mature figure
pulsed as my mind lost focus. My eyes went in and out of focus as the sharp
pain on my pinched nipples and the fire on my wet cunt mushed with the ecstasy
that pumped inside me.  
  
'FASTER, whore!' I saw him say through blurry vision. 'My fucking slutty
whore!'  
  
My hands jerked the chain between my thighs faster and faster up and down. I
felt the wetness drip down to my thighs and finally to my calves as I went
silent. Furrowing my brow as I hunched over. My hips bucked and my fat tits
dangled beneath me like utters on an old cow.  
  
**Slish slosh. Slish slosh. Slish-**  
  
_Oh my oh my oh my ooh my goddd I can't-_  
  
My eye lids opened and my retinas focused after realizing my eyes were closed.  
  
'CUM YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!' his letters yelled. 'CUM ON YOUR FUCKING LEASH,
LIKE A GOOD SLUT!'  
  
I gasped and squeaked in elation. My hips grinded faster against the pull of
the chain. I pulled the chain harder and longer. The chain slipped from sweaty
grasp as I rode it harder.  
  
"Oh fuck!" I screamed going silent. "Oh jesus!!"  
  
My tits clapped beneath me and I felt it.  
  
_I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMINNGG!!!_  
  
My pussy seized. My lips ate the chain. My body froze and my breath stopped.  
  
A flush of fluids gushed from my tensed twat, and soaked my thighs, my
fishnets, and absorbed into the towel below my knees.  
  
"OoooOoohhh shiiiit!" I screamed. My hips vibrating again on the chain. My
upper body doubled over as I fell to the side and felt my pussy cum again in
hard waves. My sore aching clit pulsed as I shuddered with every movement.  
  
"Ohh... fuck..." I sighed. My body laid limp for a moment, awakened only by
the occasional spasm that permeated from my pussy outward. I raised clumsily
to my keyboard and typed to my master.  
  
'Thank you, sir. That was amazing. You're amazing...'  
  
'Mmm :)' he replied.  
  
I hesitated, my eyes getting lost in a daze at the rough fucking porn on the
side my screen as I consider my next words carefully. It had been four days
since I had found out the man that had been taking control of my pussy and
commanding my orgasms online for the past year had been a current student.
Justin Sales. Not just a student, but a young one, 20... 21 years old at best.  
  
_That doesn't bode well for mutual affection, considering you're two years shy
from fifty, Sarah._  
  
During our brief conversations I had always known my online master was
younger, but I thought 27 or 30. Just as he had always known I was older, but
I doubt he'd guess 48 years old. I had a strong urge to tell my Master my
identity. To give him equal standing so that I could finally experience his
control first hand. But my words failed me and worse yet, my courage did, too.  
  
_What if he thinks I'm too old? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if he wants
nothing to do with me? I'm sure he has younger girls, prettier, with polished
skin, and firm tits..._  
  
I found myself biting my lip and finally blinked my eyes free of my porn.
5:37am  
  
_What!?_  
  
5:37am  
  
_Fuck, I'm late!_  
  
I typed with haste and respect, apologizing to my Master about my fast exit
without making any confessions. And I signed out of my personal email I used
for play.  
  
'Yours truly, thelionessofm,' I replied and waited till given permission to
sign off.  
  
I closed my laptop and flipped the light switch on the wall. The light bathed
my living room. It revealed my warm colored walls, my busy large rug in the
center of the room, and the shelves of books surrounding my flat screen TV. I
shrugged on my blue robe and ran to the bathroom, opened the door, and
released a stampede of my two Rottweilers, Daisy and Peach, rush out from the
hallway bathroom where I locked them. I twisted the shower handles, grabbed a
towel, and began rushing through my morning routine.  
  
I did not have to be in till 7:30am on Mondays for my morning online study
session, but with an hour commute into Montgomery from my secluded house in
the woods, coupled with an ungodly amount of time it took for me to get
dressed and put my make up on- I was very late. I threw my robe to the
bathroom floor as I hung a pair of comfy jeans, and a rather conservative
black long sleeved shirt on a hook. I heard Peach bark as I dangled a foot
inside the shower.  
  
"Shit," I said stomping out of the bathroom. Daisy was nuzzling the old beach
towel that was still damp from my explosion, while Peach was chewing on my
cream dildo which I'm sure was still covered in the scent of my pussy.  
  
"No!" I yelled and stomped my naked body at them. "You nasty, bad dogs! No!"
Peach dropped my dildo and I scooped it up and my black one up as well. I
balled up my towel with my dildos and tossed them on the floor, opposite my
toilet.  
  
The good thing about my class load that I had this year, was that it was
simple enough that lesson plans, quizzes, and assignments did not need much
planning or preparation. This morning's algebra class was mostly a makeup
class for students who needed the math credit but had no intentions of
pursuing more education in the field. It was the same class that Justin Sales
was in. He was a junior though and was pursuing a degree in music theory-
guitar. He definitely had no need for math, or care, but all weekend my mind
was not concerned with his care for math, or music, but if he thought of me
even when he wasn't stroking is hard cock to me.  
  
_Mmmm..._ I bit my lip and fought the urge to push fingers between my swollen
pussy lips as I stepped out of the shower and dried my body.  
  
I understood how ridiculous this whole situation was. I understood how close I
was to losing my job last Friday when I came in front of class. I understood
that even role playing online with a student was grounds enough to have my
tenure revoked and to lose my life's work at 48 years old, I knew that. But
something primal inside me stirred, every time I thought of the possibility of
actually being on my knees in front of Justin. Like an itch in the center of
my spine, I yearned for it be touched.  
  
In a matter of minutes, I threw my clothes on and did a once over on my
makeup. With my doors locked I was on the road, juggling my morning coffee,
laptop, purse, file satchel, and cell phone. As I started down the winding
dark road that travels through the hilly woods, I thumbed a text to Amber, my
assistant.  
  
6:57am  
  
'Just leaving home. Will be 30 min late.'  
  
As if Amber was waiting by her phone for the chance text, she responded
immediately.  
  
'Ok, I'll get your Group Chat started on the 5 problem assignment on your
desk?' Amber asked.  
  
'Yes. Thanks.' I responded.  
  
Amber was a friend of a friends whom I had hired two years ago. In her late
20's and had just come off messy divorce, she was in desperate need of a
helping hand. She was very shy, a trait that I could relate with having always
been more reserved. Her gaining 65 pounds since the divorce did not help
Amber's confidence, either.  
  
It was probably best that I kept my contact with the class to a minimum since
both Justin and Jessica, the dumb bitch who caught me masturbating, are in
this class.  
  
_She did more than catch you masturbating, she caught you choking yourself in
bondage and fucking your pussy. Little bit more extreme._  
  
My car wound around the curvy road as the foggy haze of dawn warmed the
horizon. I felt my panties bunched to the side under my jeans, pulling them
tight around my sore, pink pussy lips. I lifted in my seat and picked my
panties out from the crevasse of my thick thigh. The shift of panties across
my tender lips caused an ache of pain and pleasure that washed through me as I
grinded my hips into the car seat. My left hand rubbed circles into my jean
covered crotch, and I gasped as much out of pain as pleasure from how
sensitive my pussy was. I set my cruise and allowed my fingers to run wild
wiping wide circles into my crotch, groping my plump breast under my shirt,
and fingering my nipple under my bra. I was a horny mess, begging to be
touched and abused at every waking moment. I couldn't even drive late to work
without bringing myself to orgasm. The sudden proximity to a lifelong fantasy
that had never been touched made every movement feel electric.  
  
I couldn't take it anymore. On the edge of another orgasm while driving 55
mph, I brought my hand to my side and retrieved my cellphone. In a new email
box I composed a short but direct email to Justin's email.  
  
The email read, 'Sir, you made me cum most nights over the past year, you made
me cum this morning with a chain attached to my collar. If you wish to meet,
my office is available Tuesday (tomorrow) @4:30pm.  
  
Yours truly,  
  
Prof. Sarah Mills  
  
/The Lioness of M ontgomery'  
  
I drove for several miles in silence. My thumb hanging over the 'send' button.
My stomach full of excitement, panic, pain, stress, and acidic worry. I hit a
bump and my finger bounced to the screen. Every one of those feeling dug
deeper when I looked to my phone and realized I had just sent my career ending
email by accident.  
  
"Shit!" I yelled. "Fuck! Fucking brilliant, Sarah..."  
  
My mind slowed after a minute and a calmed resolve sunk on to me. And from
that resolve, the anticipation began to build. I unzipped my jeans,
unbuttoning the top button as I pushed my hand inside. As soon as my fingers
made contact with my pussy I began to groan like slut.  
  
"Ooohhhmmm."  
  
My palm washed the surface of my raw lips. I felt the burning sensation rise
as my red, raw lips grew moist. My lips trembled and my breathing was fast.
The streets were empty as I slowed and sped without warning. My hands didn't
move quickly enough as the came to my fat tits and pulled my right breast
free. Pinching my hard nipple till I felt the need to scream. I shoved my hand
back in my pants and forced 2 fingers deep inside my juicy pussy and finger
fuck myself faster and faster and fast-  
  
"Oh shiit..." I moaned. "Oh baby- sir. Fuck- oh shit, fuck me, sir, yes. Yes!
Oh, shiiit!"  
  
Cum coated my fingers as they pounded my hole harder and deeper. I pictured
all the ways Justin was going to use me, fuck me, take me- _yes!_  
  
My eyes squinted, doing their best not to close as I traverse the road.  
  
"Mmm shit- fuck yes! Yes!!" My hips raised up and lowered and raised higher as
I fucked my dirty fucking cunt. "Let me cum, sir, let meee cuuum!"  
  
My fingers pounded my abused hole. Spreading me wide, I fucked myself over the
highest ledge I had ever felt. My head swam as the roller coaster dropped and
I came on my fingers. My pussy seized. My eyes fought to roll back in my head.
My hips bucked, and my hand went white around the steering wheel.  
  
"OoooohhGooddddd!!!" A desperate pant heaved out of me, releasing a powerful
orgasm that shocked my heart and dropped my stomach.  
  
"Mmmmmshit..." I mouthed. My mind still ran wild with the possibility of the
future.  
  
My body relaxed and I took a deep breath as I settled back into my seat, then
smiled.  

**[Tuesday, 4:32PM]**  
  
**Knock Knock** "Hey- Sarah?" Amber cracked open my door and peaked her chubby cheeks through. "You've got a student here, Justin Sales? I didn't have any more student meetn's on the planner, should I-"  
  
"No," I blurted out from behind my desk. "You can send him in. Last minute
thing- he emailed me."  
  
"Oh," Amber said. "Okay."  
  
I adjusted my skirt standing some then sat back down and fixed my cleavage. I
pulled at my pink soft sweater and rounded the exposed top along the plump
line my black laced bra made on my plump breasts. My heart thudded my chested
like war drums when I saw him enter. He had the same messy black hair, his
brown shirt tight to his skinny tall frame. He glanced at me behind my desk,
briefly, before taking a seat in the chair across from me.  
  
He looked around the room curious as he tongued his lip ring back and forth on
his thick, pillow lips. My bland office that was a wash of gray, black, and
white. The only two things that were worth the look was the large black desk
that stood between us, and the large windows that viewed the tree tops of some
small woods nearby. I moved in my seat, uncomfortably, as I watched him pull
at the crotch of his baggy black jeans.  
  
_I've pictured him fucking my fat pussy with that cock for a year and now he's
right there._  
  
The motion of him picking his crotch morphed and replayed in my mind and I
warped to a reality where I was on my knees in front of him as he jacked his
long hard cock until jazzing on my face. In an instant, I was back in my
office and Justin was looking at me.  
  
"Did-" I started without thinking of what to say. "Did you get my email?"  
  
"I did," Justin said rubbing two fingers across his chin. I was surprised by
his calm. He was relaxed back in his chair, his eyes locked on my eyes.  
  
"I-" I started and all of a sudden felt the need to speak softer. I stood,
flattening my skirt as I cornered the desk. "I- I don't want to make this
uncomfortable for you, um. I- you're my student and I'm your- um. I just don't
want you to feel obligated and forced or-"  
  
"Do you want me to leave your office?" Just interrupted, cocking his head to
the side.  
  
I paused, taken back from the question. "I- no, I don't."  
  
"If you ask me to leave, you'll see me in class and that's the only place
you'd see me, understood?"  
  
"Yes um." I said, not fully understanding, but felt the need to-  
  
"Yes?" He said with an edge to his voice. "Yes, what?"  
  
"Umm..." I bit my lip as I felt the room tilt toward him. "Y-yes, sir."  
  
He stood, and I moved some of my black curls from my face as I felt a flush of
heat fire my cheeks. He walked to the office door, putting his hands on the
door frame and handle, held it for a moment, then looked over to me.  
  
"Do you want me to leave your office?" He asked, again. More forceful. I felt
like a mouse, cowering in front of a cobra as he hissed.  
  
_I know what he is doing. I understood. He was giving me an out. I knew the
consequences if I didn't tell him to leave. My career, my life, my home-
everything I have could be placed in jeopardy because of this insatiable
desire that pours from me._  
  
_She could destroy me._  
  
"No, sir," I squeaked. Justin turned the lock on the door handle locking us in
the room.  
  
My words hung heavy in the air. I leaned against the edge of my desk. My
fingers fidgeted with one another in my lap, and I felt the tension in my
stomach twisting like a loaded spring.  
  
_Why does it matter? This is what I've wanted to happen for over a year, and
even if it did matter, how would she know?_  
  
I felt the fear of the unknown grasped its way up my throat as Justin began
walking for me. My fingers clutched the lip of the desk as Justin's hands
closed on my face. He held my head in place as his lips pressed against mine,
kissing me hard and deep. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue press against
mine and lick the roof of my mouth. I tongued his lip ring now, sucking on it
briefly before his hands slid down to my ass gripping my ass cheeks, he pulled
me off of the desk. I felt a warm rush spilling between my thighs as I
followed. Waiting. Trusting this young boy with my old mature body. He pressed
my hips to the side and I was falling. His tall, lean frame hovering over
mine, I scrambled backward as he continued to press. The fear was back. It ate
into my heart as he pushed me back into the wall, and caused a thud as my
shoulder blades struck.  
  
"Hands above your head," Justin ordered in a lower stern voice. I put both my
hands over my head and he slammed his left hand over both my wrists, holding
me in place tight. "Oh, you're not going to respond to your master, anymore?"  
  
"No-" The panic spilled over, as I wanted to shout, but was afraid of any one
of the cubicle ladies outside to hear, or Amber.  
  
**SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK**  
  
Justin smacked my right thigh with his right, making me jump, squirm, and chew
my lip to keep from screaming as the stitches of pain jolted through me.  
  
"That's right," Justin spat through pursed lips inches from mine. "Do nothing,
say nothing, just stand there and take it. See how long I can punish a whore
like you for.  
  
**SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!**  
  
I buckled. My knees shaking. I opened my thighs, moving my right over as I
felt the heat radiating from the inside of my thigh under my black leggings as
the skin turned pink. As soon as I opened my thighs, the smacking stopped.  
  
"Good, whore," he said. "Aren't you thankful I could teach you, right?"  
  
My thigh trembled under my red knife pleated skirt as his fingers rubbed up
and down the groves of my stockings. Brushing my panties and fingering the
lining, Justin squeezed my wrists tighter above my head.  
  
"Thank you, sir," I managed to say through my quivering voice. "Thank- y- oh
god."  
  
Without warning, Justin's fingers pressed into my panties and crammed deep
inside my wet twat. Two fingers? Three? I couldn't tell. I felt the force
barrel inside me and fill up my hole as he watched my eyes squint and my body
shrink as my knees go in and out. His fingers pounded my hole relentlessly. He
didn't give me warning or even a chance to breathe. His finger jerked in and
out of my craving lips harder and harder.  
  
"Mmmmm," I moan through pursed lips. I raised my eye brows to my master
looking for sympathy, but I saw only pleasure in his eyes as his mouth hung
open inches from mine, soaking in my pleasure- my pain. "Oh sh-"  
  
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my fat ass quickly jiggled on the
wall as Justin fucked my pussy faster. My silent squeaks and muffled moans
were drowned out by the sloshing of Justin's fingers pounding up into my cunt.
My thick lips spasmed around his fingers as my pussy drained without warning.  
  
_Oh god oh god oh god oh godddd!_  
  
My thighs quivered closing and opening as if electricity of ran through me. My
drenched pussy showered Justin's hand as he shook my hips harder, ravaging my
pussy I watched him bite his lip ring as his right arm flexed against his
shirt and his fingered widened my worthless cunt.  
  
"Fu...Mmmmm-" I cried as quietly as possible. "Guh- fuh- Oh shhhhhit..."  
  
I pulled at my arms through instinct and feel Justin's grip tighten on my
wrists. The bursting waves of ecstasy crashed along my brain as I heard juices
from my pussy drip to the carpet.  
  
**Knock knock knock**  
  
I froze and Justin slowed his pace when we heard the knock at the door. His
fingers still buried deep inside me, I opened my eyes and looked at him and he
watched me.  
  
"Um, Sarah?" Amber spoke. "The door's locked."  
  
"Oh, its- uh been giving me-" I started, but was quickly distracted when
Justin moved his drenched fingers up from my hole and circled my clit. His
fingers did not just tease my hood, but pressed into my lips and dragged in
circles, pulling my hood back and forward. His hand grinded on my clit roughly
and constant. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in shock.  
  
_Ffffffuuuckkk... How can- how can he do- I can't even focus mmmmm... God...
it's too much._  
  
"Mmuh- problems, that door's been giving me- problemss," I mouthed slowly,
tasting every word as it fell from my lips. "You can-" the circles turned to a
mad sprint on my bulging clit. His fingers vibrating on my twat. My head hung
forward and I thought I might scream. I thought I might explode. The pressure
that built behind my pussy was extreme. My old cunt hadn't been molested like
this ever. My bulging tits heaved in front of me, dangling.  
  
"Sarah?" Amber said. "You okay?"  
  
"Y-Yeah," I squealed. "Just go headdd- home. I'll lock- up."  
  
"Okay... goodnight," Amber said as though I was speaking another language.  
  
"Goodnnight."  
  
**Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap!**  
  
Justin quickly slapped my soaked pussy lips and made me jump. I puckered up,
quivering, my body tight as I feel as though I'm being pulled every which way.
The excitement building in my throat like a scream.  
  
**Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap!**  
  
"Fuck," I spat as I pressed my lips into Justin's shoulder. "Mmmmmfuc-"  
  
"Look how fuckn' dirty you are," Justin said in my ear. My arms restrained, my
breasts bursting from my sweater. "I never knew you came like such a filthy
fucking whore, huh?"  
  
His palm grinded on my clit faster and faster, making my sloppy cunt splash
down my thick thighs, dripping down my leggings. My arms stretched above my
head and my knees sunk.  
  
"Mmm..." I groaned a high pitch scream, biting this young boy's shoulder.
"Mmmmm!"  
  
"Are you going to cum, again, slut?" Justin said. "You're going to fucking cum
without permission aren't you my little skank?"  
  
**Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap** **Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap!**  
  
"Ohhhmmmmmfffckk," I groan into Justin's shoulder slobbering and twitching as
the orgasm hit me like a punch. My knees gave out and my mind went blank as
used wet twat trembled. My pussy gushed and my back arched as I was hit with a
gut wrenching spasm. My juices pouring onto my master's hand as I collapsed in
a pile of my filth in the corner of the room.  
  
When my eyes were opened, they focused on Justin wiping his cum covered hand
off on his thighs. He picked up his things and walked to the door. I was lost
and panicked. I didn't know what he was going on. With his hand on the door
knob he turned to me.  
  
"On Friday," he said. "Wear all black with no panties. I'll email you
tomorrow." Then he left me alone in a puddle of mess, my mind racing on what I
will tell him... or if I should tell her...  
  
**[Monday, 7:48AM]**  
  
I arrived on campus and parked in front of my building 10 minutes ahead of
schedule, with a small wet spot in the crotch of my jeans, but swimming in a
pool of soaked panties. I sloshed with my steps up to my third story office
where Amber sat at her desk behind her desktop computer.  
  
"Ahead of schedule, eh?" Amber smiled.  
  
"Had some good tunes on the radio," I replied, trying to keep my bags covering
my crotch. "Kept that foot down on the gas."  
  
Amber laughed, "I hear ya. Hey, all of your 7:30 class is logged on Group Chat
and working those problems, but- there's 195 students in this class, right?"  
  
"Yeah."  
  
"No add ons?"  
  
"No, why?"  
  
"Well," Amber said. "There's 196 users logged on."  
  
I furrowed my brow. "Is that including the administrator?"  
  
"No, the administrator are counted separately. That's just students- I think."  
  
"Oh," I nodded. "That's weird, maybe it's just a glitch. I'll check it out."  
  
I walked into my office, and closed the door. Group Chat was a new online
class tool that the university used to have its students chat with another and
work problems. It was well known between professors and students that it was a
piece of shit. Often, students would create usernames for their account that
poked fun of it. _GroupChatCrasher, chatbox=bluscrnOFdth,
fuckgroupchat...etc._ One of the less intelligent design flaws of the program
was allowing students to create their own handle rather than assign them their
name.  
  
I sat down tossing my bags to the side as I logged into my computer. I rubbed
my thighs together and felt the slosh of went panties and realized I was going
to have to spend all day wearing these messy underwear. As Group Chat booted
up, I checked my email on my phone for the 30th time. Still there was no reply
from Justin. I realized he might now be logged on to his email, probably has
yet to see it. But I was about to be in a group chatroom with him.  
  
_Oh god, what if he's told others. What if he shows others our chats?!_  
  
The panic was boiling inside of me, again. When I logged into Group Chat
finally I quickly scrolled through the open chats, and saw nothing that
referenced me. I noticed the time and copied and pasted today's assignment
into the problem box. I started scrolling through the names and wasn't sure
what I was looking for. Making sure there weren't less than 195 students was
typically the only concern. I never had an issue of _too_ many students who
wanted to attend my 7:30am Group Chat lecture on Algebra. My eyes hung on the
name Justin.Sales for a long moment, as an urge to private message him
simmered in my mind. My gaze continued to scroll to the end of the list when-  
  
"Shit," I gasped covering my mouth. My stomach dropped and twisted in angst.  
  
I lowered my face closer to the monitor to read it better, hoping it was a
trick of the mind. It wasn't. The last name on the list.  
  
_SluttyProfessor48._  
  
I quickly scrolled up and to my surprise I found the other name I was looking
for, _Jessica.Kemp._ I swallowed, unsure of myself. My head spun faster than
my stomach. There was only two students who knew of my sexual endeavors,
Jessica and Justin. They were both logged in.  
  
_Did they tell someone? Maybe it's a coincidence, calm down._  
  
I clicked on the name, SluttyProfessor48. I checked the profile, no
information.  
  
Whoever he is he's not registered for this class or else the profile would be
full.  
  
_But who would-_  
  
A private message appeared in the corner of my screen... Jessica.Kemp. It was
a link to a webpage. I clicked it and the webpage loaded an article. The
headline was in bold.  
  
'Professor Sarah Mills' Secret Life: BDSM, SEX, &amp; PORN ON SCHOOL
PROPERTY!'  
  
I wanted to run. Ridiculous thoughts crossed my mind.  
  
_Should I smash my computer? Should move to a different state? Different
country?_  
  
My body tensed as I moved to leave. Another window popped on my screen.  
  
'Relax.  
  
Breathe.  
  
Bow.  
  
Surrender...'  
  
I exhaled a trembled breath. This second private message was
SluttyProfessor48.  
  
'That article hasn't been published...yet,' SluttyProfessor48 typed,
referencing the article that Jessica.Kemp had just sent me.  
  
_It can't be the same person, they'd need two different active student
accounts to register._  
  
'What do you want?' I typed in panic to SluttyProfessor48.  
  
'Your attention,' Jessica responded.  
  
'Undivided,' SluttyProfessor48 typed.  
  
'Unquestioning,' Jessica typed.  
  
'Attention,' they both typed.  
  
I had always gotten off at my vulnerability. The thought of being able to
trust another completely with my body and my safety turned my on to a higher
level than I knew possible. But now I was fully exposed to someone I could not
trust. My career- my life was held in these two individual's hands. I was
terrified.  
  
'Ok,' I responded slowly to Jessica.  
  
'1) You will meet me Friday night at a location of my choosing,' Jessica
typed.  
  
'2) You will not insert a thing into your pussy until you meet with me.  
  
3) You will not cum until you meet with me... and from now on you will refer
to me as your queen.  
  
4) If you break any rules laid before you, you will be punished. Punishment
can include the publication to the world of the degree of which you are a
filthy slut. Do you understand?'  
  
I was panting without realizing it. A feeling of fear mixed with- intrigue
swirled in my stomach. My cold, clammy fingers typed slowly, 'yes, my queen.'  
  
And in an instant they were gone from Group Chat. I sat exhausted, slumped in
my chair. I stared at my monitor for minutes... maybe hours as I felt my life
circle the drain.  
  
_No control._  
  
Assignments were submitted to my desktop and slowly students signed off one by
one. Justin submitted his near the end and signed off having not mentioned my
email. And still I sat, staring at the monitor.  
  
_48 year old woman, controlled by a 19 year old girl... punished by her... my
queen..._  
  
A wicked warm smile curled on the corners of my lips as possibilities for
Friday night danced in my mind.  
  
**[Tuesday, 5:17PM]**  
  
My knees still shook as I gathered my things. The red sting on my body glowed
where Justin had just slapped my body making it his. He had left me sooner
than I wanted. My body begged for more abuse for more everything. I had
decided not to tell Jessica anything about what had happened. I had been too
reckless with my secret that it was going beyond a turn on but could
potentially affect my career. I would do my best to manage and shut Jessica
down on Friday so she tell the world what a slut I am. I gathered my final
stack of books and put them in my bag and went to leave the office when I
heard an email notification.  
  
My instincts were to ignore it but my heart fluttered when I thought it could
be Justin. When I clicked the email open, I read the message quickly.  
  
'You've been a bad bad girl this afternoon. And bad girls will be punished...'  
  
A smile crept over my lips as I imagined Justin tying me to the bed.  
  
...then I saw who it was from.  
  
....Jessica.kemp...  
  
_No, no, no! How!? How does she know!?_




        The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 03


_STOP! There's a previous story to read first!_  
  
_Make sure you check out these (in reading order):_  
  

  * _The Lioness of Montgomery Chp. 01_   
  

  
  

  * _The Lioness of Montgomery Chp. 02_   
  

  
  

  * _My Queen's Prerogative_   
  

  
  
_Or if you're not in the mood, here's a recap!_  
  
_Professor Sarah Mills is a 48 year old Algebra Professor who's spent the past
months exercising her bondage libido during office hours and even under the
desk in the classroom. The voyeurism had paid off with gushing orgasms, until
a bratty 19 year old student, Jessica Kemp, walked in on Professor Mills with
a ball gag in and dildo stuffed between her thighs. Oh... and Sarah's long
time internet dom has turned out to be another 19 year old student, Justin
Sales._  
  
_Professor Mills assistant, Amber, a bbw blonde in her 20's has found her
Queen in the younger Jessica Kemp. Enjoying every moment of domination, Amber
is feeding Jessica information on the Professor._  
  
_Sarah has made promises to meet Friday to both her online Dom for a year,
Justin, and Jessica who, with an unknown cohort (Amber, Sarah's assistant) has
black mailed Sarah into submission. And worse yet, Jessica knows about some
rough fore play between Justin and Sarah. Sarah must choose carefully her next
moves as her new found Dom, her career, and reputation are at stake._  
  
=====================  
  
The next few days dragged and sped by depending on how much thought I put into
the encroaching Friday. I received no new texts, emails, or commands from
either Justin or Jessica in the meantime. Class met on Wednesday as usual and
I avoided eye contact with both of them as much as possible and hoped for
class to pass without incident. It bothered me, how uncomfortable I was my own
classroom.  
  
_How many years have I daydreamed to be in this situation with Justin or a guy
like him?_  
  
This sexy young man, pierced, black haired, and hard bodied is in my classroom
two days a week and wanted to fuck my brains out, but I was too nervous to
revel in any pleasure that may come. I could not lose myself in class or have
thoughts about him stroking his shaft through his pants in his seat while he
stared at my low cut top, because any time I felt a drip of moisture fall from
my pussy lips, my eyes find Jessica's in the crowd.  
  
The thought crossed my mind that maybe Justin and Jessica knew one another-
that he could be Jessica's mystery friend, but if they were friends they hid
it well. Justin blended into the background of the 200 person class. His
skinny but solid frame alternated black grunge band shirts that showed only
corners of his colorful but menacing tattoos peaking from his arms and collar.
On the other, Jessica floated through the classroom like a butterfly chatting
with this person and that one. Her high pitch giggle could cut through the
noisy crowd and turn eyes to her low cut shorts.  
  
Her skinny frame and perky tits always faced me. She'd wear eye liner and
hooped earrings as she looked down on me from the theater seated classroom. I
would see the twinge of a smile in the corner of her lips when our eyes met. I
knew she already recruited another student in on my bondage secret, of that
Jessica made no attempt to hide. I spent most of the week fighting the urge to
touch myself, but spent my time researching PR strategies for dealing with
leaked information of Professors masturbating on campus. Unfortunately, there
was not much in way of previous cases that proved helpful. Finally, one night
I broke down and between tears and an empty bottle of wine, I updated my
resume and thought of places I'd move to to run away from any stories Jessica
may be able to sell to the world.  
  
By the time Friday arrived I was already a mess of adrenaline and nervous
twitches heading into the office. "Hey, Amber," I said power walking into my
office.  
  
"Hey Sarah- whoa, you're looking fancy today," Amber said as she leaned over
the receptionist counter to get a better look. "You know, you don't have any
appointments today, right?"  
  
"Haha yeah, I know. Just felt like dressing up today. You know how it is," I
said with a smile. Per Justin's commands I dressed in all black today. My
black top cupped my large breasts well, allowing air to flow down the long
line of exposed cleavage, and had extra padding which kept my nipples from
showing despite me now wearing a bra. My black skirt came down just above my
knee and fit my form well, cupping my ass and black fishnet leggings choking
my thighs. Gold bracelets hung from my wrist while hooped earrings dangled
from my ears.  
  
I sat down at my desk and gave it my best shot at doing work, but any hope of
productivity quickly vanished. Both Jessica and Jason stated they would give
the location they'd meet me today and both have yet to say.  
  
_Maybe neither would call,_ I found myself hoping. _They both realized I'm a
fat, old, cow, and found age appropriate people to fuck instead._  
  
The hours passed like molasses until midday when I realized they weren't going
to call. My mind and heart were able to relax for a few hours. That was until
my phone vibrated.  
  
'Unknown caller,' my phone told me. I clicked the message to read the text.  
  
'Sunnywood Street Hotel. Room 228. 4:30pm.' I looked at my watch and saw it
was 3:55pm right now.  
  
My heart went cold and felt stopped beating entirely, as the silence of my
office became deafening loud.  
  
_Am I really doing this? Sarah, they're your fucking student!_  
  
My mind went in overdrive rationalizing and de-rationalizing every pro and con
for going. My nervous energy warned me not to go, but a sliver excitement
buried in my stomach enjoyed the thrill and wanted this to happen.  
  
_Everything I've ever touched myself for over the years could be mine today.
Now. How many people get to fulfill their fantasies?_  
  
4:02pm.  
  
My body moved leaving my thoughts and concerns behind. My hand shook as I
filled my purse and shut down my computer.  
  
"Heading out?" Amber asked pulling her long sleeved shirt from bunching around
her stomach.  
  
"Wha- yeah, sorry," I stopped in front of her desk. "Forgot to tell you, have
a thing tonight."  
  
"Hot date?" Amber asked with a coy smile and a twinge in her voice that I
could not place.  
  
"W-what?" I stuttered. "No, haha I wish. Just meeting a friend, but you should
get out of here. Enjoy your weekend."  
  
"Thanks, you too..." Amber said.  
  
_There's that voice, again._  
  
In the car, I followed my GPS, constantly making adjustments to my clothes and
looking in the mirror. I went over in my mind what I would and would not say.
I tried to think of my boundaries or what I should do if I felt uncomfortable.  
  
_What could I do? He's stronger than you- he could take you no matter what you
did!_  
  
The thought that was supposed to worry her only made her thighs as she felt a
drip from her pussy lips. Her GPS told her she was a minute from her
destination and that is when the question hit her.  
  
_Fuck, Sarah! Which one am I meeting?!_  
  
4:27pm  
  
I pulled into a parking spot at the hotel. It was a cheap hotel with exterior
doors to the rooms and two floors. Not far off the highway, I looked at the
text message again, 'unknown caller.'  
  
_Shit, is this Jessica or Justin?_  
  
My heart beat was out of control. There were too many unknowns. I was in
control over nothing, not even who I was meeting.  
  
_I need to go- Sarah, just leave. What if the other person texts you while
your with this one? What if they find out about each other? They both said to
be with no one else but them._  
  
4:29pm  
  
I was outside my car walking. My mind was blank. I was panting with nerves by
the time I'd gone up the stairs and stood in front of room 228. My trembling
hand shook as I held it over the door to knock.  
  
_Run. Run. Run. Run. Run._  
  
I lowered my hand without knocking and stepped away from the door.  
  
_I can't do this..._  
  
I turned towards the stairs to leave, when I saw the curtain move in the
window of the hotel room.  
  
The door opened, "leaving already?"  
  
Startled, I stuttered and turned trying to act natural. "No, sorry I- I
forgot- left something in my car. Was going to go-"  
  
"Come in," she said, moving from the door way. Turning sideways I entered
brushing pass Jessica's shoulder as she intentionally left me not enough room
to come in without touching. Her buttery smelled of lavender and fruity lotion
that caught my senses as I walked inside.  
  
_The kind of lotion all the young girls' wear- I love it. I used to smell like
that. When did I stop using it? Why did I stop?_  
  
The room was dark with the curtains shut and only two lamps to light the room.
Two double bed with dated colorful quilts sat beside each other on the off
green carpet. Despite the, 'no smoking' sign on the desk, a hint of cigarette
smoke that had been etched into the walls and fabric still hung in the air.
The TV screen bounced with a reality show and scandalously dressed women with
bodies I could only dream of.  
  
The door shut and I stood in front of the bathroom as she walked towards me,
slowly. Silence hung in the air and I felt the jitters swelling inside me.  
  
"Look," I said looking down at her feet. She was barefoot as my eyes went back
up her skinny tanned legs to a pair of red, tight fit shorts that covered
barely more than panties would. Jessica's belly button piercing was exposed
from her high cut shirt that complimented the small curves her skinny breasts
made. "I know I should've talked to you after you... after you walked in on
me," I said, rehearsing in my head that I'm the professor here. I'm was the 48
year old adult and she was the 18 year old student. "That's my fault, but as
you can imagine it was a little awkward... for me. I just- I just... hope we
can agree that-"  
  
"I like what your clothes," Jessica interrupted, eyeing me. "You put that on
just for me?"  
  
"I...I-"  
  
"I always wondered why you dressed like such a slut in class," she said
walking towards me. "Like, the leggings- the skirts... that ridiculous
cleavage. Not to mention that make up..."  
  
I felt the tremble shimmering up my hand, again. The corners of my lips fought
to keep from angling down as all my self-conscious thoughts came spilling out
a beautiful, younger girl's mouth. I felt small and exposed, as my eyes fell
back to the floor.  
  
She walked behind me, watching as I cowered. "Makes sense now," she continued.
"Must be soo hot, after class to fuck yourself wild with that dildo after
watching all those boys eye fuck you all day... Especially, Justin?"  
  
Her words poured from behind me into my ears like lava, "Interesting boy toy
choice... I wouldn't have picked him." She giggled, "though, guys aren't
typically my thing, but the ones that are definitely are better dressed than
that guy." Her fingers brushed the cheek of my ass. "I've gotta admit. I've
finger fucked my pussy many times after class thinking about those thighs of
yours... and that cleavage... It's a good thing you know how to dress like a
slut."  
  
My heart pounded as I realized I was biting my lip. Color filling my cheeks as
warm tingles sprawled through my body.  
  
"The ball gag was a nice touch-"  
  
I turned toward her, "Jessic-"  
  
She was standing nose to nose with me. My large breasts nearly brushing her as
I turned. "I told you once already... You will refer to me as your Queen..."
Her finger was pressed on my lips. "Do you understand?"  
  
She waited for my response. "Yes, my Queen." I said with her finger still on
my lips. As my lips parted to speak she pushed her finger between my lips.
Without a command I closed my lips around it, sucking on her finger as her
others closed around my cheeks. She smiled, pleased with herself as she
fingered my mouth slowly.  
  
"Have you ever been with a woman before?"  
  
"No, my Queen," I spoke around her finger.  
  
"Have you ever thought about a woman before?" She asked pushing her finger
deeper down my throat.  
  
"No, my Queen- ack!" I gagged as she removed her hand from my face.  
  
She giggled as she licked my saliva from her finger, "good..." She leaned in
close and whispered in my ear as if she had a secret, "and don't think you
won't be punished for your little fuck session with fuck boy." She pulled away
smiling while eyeing my clothes one more time. "Take this off." She said
pointing around my body as she laid back down on the bed.  
  
I must have given her a look of unsure because her face became stern as she
sat up on an elbow. "Your _Queen_, commands it." She said with her head cocked
to the side.  
  
I felt the tingle of sweat bead and drop down the back of my neck as I gnawed
on my lip. My cheeks swirled with shade of red and I contemplated making a run
for it. It was such an awkward situation. To be commanded by a girl less than
half my age- a student, none the less. And yet, my submissive side kept me
locked in place by her command. For how small of a frame she had, the look of
dominance was a palpable feel. Like a final puzzle piece shifting into place,
it felt natural for me to follow her commands.  
  
I started with my skirt. My trembling finger slowly slid them down the curve
of my thick ass cheeks revealing my black panties and black fishnets choking
my long legs. The room is quiet as Jessica laid on her side watching me
undress for her with amusement in her eyes. I pull my top over my head feeling
self-conscious the second my pudgy stomach is shown to this young, tight body
girl. My shirt fell to the floor in front of me and I stood in my black
lingerie and fishnets staring at my pile of clothes. I took a deep breath
before moving my hands to undo my fishnets-  
  
"Stop," Jessica spoke as she stood. "Leave something for me..." Her right hand
went to the curve of my hips as she walked around me. Her cold, boney hand
rubbed to my ribs and small of my back. She stopped behind me undoing my bra.
"You do love your tits don't you? Always wearing those low cut tops..." She
ripped my bra down to the ground making my heavy breasts sway. "Not that you
should be ashamed of them. They're pretty great tits," Jessica's breath coated
the back of my neck as her hands fondled my plump boobs. She lifted, squeezed,
and pressed them together, pinching and pulling on my nipples like I was a cow
needing to be milked. She slapped them before rubbing down my stomach to my
thighs. "And those legs... I bet your legs are your most part, aren't they?"  
  
My mind was so confounded with feelings- anticipation, excitement, dread,
fear, lust... that I missed the question.  
  
A sharp jerk pulled my hair back and my eyes were locked with hers, my mouth
open as I winced, "aren't they?" She repeated.  
  
"Yes- yes!" I responded out of breath. And just like that, my body turned on
me. It was a simple thing, the pulling of my hair. But with it came a flood of
emotions that dampened my panties.  
  
"Yes, what?"  
  
"Yes," I pant. My eyes soften as my body moved slow like a lava lamp, swimming
in her arms as I embrace her touch. "My Queen." I watch her stare at me with
interest. The curls of my black hair still clenched in her palm, she knows I
am hers' now.  
  
The world felt as though it moved slower but flowed faster. She bent me over
the bed and before I knew it she was spanking my fat ass.  
  
**SMACK!**   
  
My right cheek reddened as my cheeks swirled with color.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
The corner of my full lips curled up in a smile and my eye brows danced higher
with every bite of the sharp slaps. "Your Queen is going to have to break you
in, aren't I?" She said with another hard slap.  
  
"Y- Yes, my Queen- mmm..." I squirmed into the comforter. Fingers dug and
pulled my panties to the side- I heard the fabric stretch before the eager
boney fingers circle their way into my moist pussy lips. They pushed inside
me.  
  
"Ahhh..." I moaned. Mouth wide as I gasped pinching my eyes shut. My hands
clamped the sheets as my round white ass raised in the air, pushing her
fingers deeper inside me.  
  
I felt exposed. This young girl, my student- a stranger, has her fingers
inside me. Taking me. I was afraid. I was excited.  
  
"Mmmhmhmhmm..." I could tell she was smiling. Pleased. "I think my slut is
horny." She jammed her fingers into my snatch harder and I heard my juices
drown her fingers.  
  
**SMACK!**   
  
She slaps my ass with her free hand. Her fingers squishing inside my warm,
wet, cushy slit. It eagerly swallowed however many fingers my Queen demanded.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
"Ohhh fuck- gah-" I buried my face into the cheap linens as I screamed. Her
fingers pounded my hole faster and faster. Too hard, maybe. My pussy was
almost numb with how hard she fucked me, all I felt were waves crashing over
my body. "I... I- Ahhhh gahdmmmm!" My hair buried my face. Teeth gnashed on
the sheets.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
My ass raised in the air and my cheeks trembled as Jessica held her fingers
taut in my cunt. I clenched on her, cumming as my thick thighs clapped shut
and I twisted on the bed top. "Yes! Yes! Fuckgahh!!" Her fingers fought to
stay inside me and my body fought to stay free. My thighs were slick with
wetness as I felt her claw at my skin.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
"Mmmm... I didn't know you were a squirter, whore..." Jessica giggled as I
laid there limp moaning. She daintily tasted her finger tips.  
  
"I...I..." My vision was blurred and my thoughts were filled with cob webs
slowing my thoughts to a crawl. I rubbed my head and face, dizzy to the world
from cumming so hard. Trying to get my breathing normal I palmed the bed top,
crawling on all four until I sat on the edge of the edge, wiping saliva from
the corner of my mouth. It had been so long since I came from another hand
that was not my own.  
  
The world came into focus and I saw bare feet standing before me. Brightly
colored toenails lead to an ankle tattoo of hearts intertwined. Her skinny
thighs come to a V at Jessica's shaved pink pussy.  
  
_When did she strip her clothes off?_  
  
Her boney hips stuck out but Jessica's slender hard tummy curved up to perky
tits with hard dark nipples pointing to my lips. Brushing my hair from my
face, I look up at Jessica's perfect face framed by her blonde hair as she
cups my cheek.  
  
Thumbing my cheek I melt in her hand, "you're my whore now, you understand?"  
  
"Yes, my Queen- yes..." I say kissing her palm, sucking on her finger. Jessica
cupped my chin jerking my face up to hers.  
  
"...I don't think you do," a stern ironed into her face. "My whore wouldn't
cum without permission."  
  
"I'm sorry my-" My words become muffled as her other hand works a rubbery
dildo into my mouth. My eyes went wide with surprise as the long flimsy dildo
suppressed my tongue and forced down my throat. "Ack! Mmmng!" Her hand closed
around my hair as she jerked my head back. The cream colored double sided
dildo bounced around in her fist as she skull fucked my mouth with the dildo.
"Mmmppff!" I twisted and turned from her grip until she pulled the dildo from
my lips.  
  
Gasping for air, I wiped my thick red lips of saliva. A thousand times I've
gagged myself with a dildo and a thousand times it was different than that.  
  
_What's happening?_  
  
"Are you not my whore?" She asked.  
  
"I- I am! I am," I said.  
  
Jessica put her foot on the bed beside my thigh. Leaning forward, I smell the
scent of her wet pussy inches from my mouth. Her finger dipped between your
slick lips as she worked it up and down, cooing at her feel.  
  
"Don't you want me?" She asked innocently.  
  
_Yes..._  
  
I licked my lips, surprised at my thoughts. "Yes, my Queen."  

"Don't you want to please me?" Her fingers pushed inside her and I heard how
wet she was.  
  
_God yes!_  
  
My hand without thought moved to my pussy lips under my stretched panties. My
finger mimicking her in my thick lip twat. "...yes, my Queen."  
  
Her fingers slid to her clit, pulling her hood back she licked her finger tips
and looked at it before make soft circles on petite pussy. "Don't you want to-
oh-" she smiled as her eyes livened from her touch. "Mmm... don't you want to
taste your Queen?"  
  
"P-please, my Queen..." My mouth was salivating want it so.  
  
"Stick your tongue out."  
  
My tongue pushed out and I looked up at my Queen. She smiled as if she
intended to withhold this from me, but bit her lip as she continued circling
her clit. As if her fingers were convincing her to allow me to lick her.  
  
She moved forward and I smelt her sweet pussy she lowered on my tongue. Like a
warm caramel melting on my tongue, I slide between her lips. Feeling her
warmth around me, my tongue pushed deeper till my nose was nuzzled to her
clit.  
  
"Ohhh... Professor Mills-" The words escaped Jessica's mouth before she
covered it. She dropped the double sided dildo beside me as I worked my tongue
left to right inside her. My nose brushing her clit as I drink her down. My
own finger furiously fucking my pussy.  
  
_This 48 year old woman is eating pussy for the first time._  
  
My other hand snuck up the back bare side of her thigh, cupping her ass so I
could push deeper. I watched the look of pleasure and moans in her face turn
to shock as I cupped her ass. She tossed my hand down and I saw daggers
glaring down at my muffled face.  
  
"MmmHmm. You want more, whore?" Jessica's blonde hair dangled to her mouth.
Her fingers diced through my thick black curls and forced my tongue deeper
inside her. "Oooo ah... fucking slut."  
  
She squatted on my face burying my nose and mouth as my tongue lapped wildly
at the inside of your dripping hole. She was young and tight, squeezing me
tongue as she fucked my face. I felt her juices drip down my chin as I began a
panic to breathe. She held my head as I resisted until she backed away, long
enough for me to breath and look up at her with a wicked smile. She panted
wildly. Her stomach going concave as she watched me.  
  
"Open... open your fucking mouth, whore."  
  
I did as she gripped my cheeks hard. She bent over spitting a mess of spit
into my mouth- half of which ran down the side of my cheek. She closed my
mouth and pushed her finger between my lips.  
  
"Swallow," Jessica panted. I swallowed. My heart racing as I saw the pleasure
in her eyes.  
  
_What a slut I am... her pussy juice dripping down my throat. Her spit down my
face._  
  
She giggled and forced me back down on the bed. Her knees moved to either side
of my face, squatting down on my mouth. Her hands gripping my hair as she
grinded her pussy on my face. Her moist thighs clenched around my cheeks and
ears downing out the world as all I could see was her tits shaking above me.
Her face looking up at the ceiling as she rode my face. She pulled her lips
apart as my tongue forced deeper in her hole.  
  
"Ohgawwd..." She cried.  
  
She grabbed her own tit with one hand, pinching her nipple hard as her other
hand squeezed a tangled mess of my black hair bunched between her legs.  
  
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" I heard her scream through my muffled ears. My tongue
diving deep into your pussy. It made long lap. Hard laps. Tasting every bit of
her.  
  
I moan inside her as I felt her hips twerk on my mouth, working my tongue
deeper into her. Desperate for air, I work my lips to the top of her drenched
pussy and gasped for air before wrapping my lips around her clit. Her body
went limp as she fell forward, pulling my face tight to her clit. She bucked
and cried out- especially when I swirled my thick, warm tongue around her
bulging clit.  
  
"Gawwwwd!" She slapped her nipple, making her tit bounce and red. Her eye shut
tight as she heaved. My red messy lips suckled on her clit, singling it out as
my tongue flickered on it. Vibrating faster and faster. My plump tits swaying
behind her ass as my body raises and lower beneath her.  
  
"Fuck my pussy, cunt!" Her hips shaking violently on my face as she squirmed.
"Yesahhgah- Ooooooh." My mouth is flooded with her juices as she came. Her
body trembled as she went silent. My nose and tongue stuffed tight to her
flesh, her thighs locked around my cheeks. I hold my breath hoping for an
escape. And then it comes. As my Queen's body went limp and she loosened her
hold around my cheeks, I turned my head and wet lips to breathe freely.  
  
Jessica's twitching body crawled down my own until she was curled beside me.
Her hand cupping my full breast and squeezing massaging it to life. My pussy
drenched for attention as I twist toward her.  
  
"Mmmmm... You like the taste of your Queen's pussy?" She asked cupping my
cheek tenderly.  
  
"Mmhmm, yes, my Queen."  
  
"Good..." She petted my cheek easily, until it stopped. Jessica's hand slapped
across my cheek and I felt the sting of the burn. Her hand clasped around my
throat as shock sprung over my face. "Did I say you could suck my clit?!"  
  
Her hand did not choke me but held me prostrate against the bed. I tried to
think of an answer but the question seemed so absurd, even for a dominant.  
  
"Don't want to talk now?" She said with a flare of anger in her voice. She
smacked my breast hard, making my fat tit bounce. Then again. And again. My
nipple became hard and sore. My tit red.  
  
"No!-" I blurt out in a panic.  
  
"No? Just no?!"  
  
"No my-"  
  
Her hand smacked my pussy lips that sent of jolt of excitement and pain up the
same nerves as I flinched.  
  
**SLAP!**   
  
She hits again.  
  
**SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!**   
  
I'm close to cumming and close to tears. She mounts me smacking my thighs,
tits, and pussy. Gripping my throat, smacking and spitting in my face. A
violent twist in her feel before and after she came on my face. As if I did
something wrong, but couldn't quite see it. Panic overtook me.  
  
_This is supposed to be living my fantasy, but what if this isn't what truly I
want._  
  
I spent hours in that hotel room with her. My throat became raw from moaning
and her throat fucking me with her fingers till I hacked. My tits were red
from use. My ass was bruised from spankings. She was showering in the bathroom
while I lied on the bed. I had never been with a Dom before, male or female,
but the experience left me... empty.  
  
_What if I can't do this? What if this fantasy has all been a lie?_  
  
My life of fantasies had grown over the years. It started as a slap on my ass
during sex. It transformed from spankings to hair pulling, to choking, to
nipple twisting, to double penetration, and Bondage. I was always by myself.
Never did I find a Dom to take me, to do these things on me. 25 years I've
masturbated my way into bondage, only to be scared stiff the first time I
allowed a Dom, I'll be it, a female student, to have me.  
  
_Is this all my fantasy is? It doesn't feel right..._  
  
I heard the shower turn off followed by my phone vibrate. It was a text from
another unknown number. I clicked the message.  
  
'xxxx Church St. Apt xxx. Come here. -Justin."  
  
Jessica came out of the bathroom still dripping wet. I stood up and slowly
gathered my clothes and moved meekly as not to draw attention.  
  
"Going somewhere?" Jessica spoke with her hands on her hips and as naked as
she could be.  
  
"Y-yes, sorry. I- um. I have a friend I was supposed to meet, um, tonight." I
pulled on my shirt as she walked to me. The young girl who had a presence of
an army. Eyeing me from the side. I felt weak and at her mercy. Waiting for
her to tell me no, I imagined what would happen with Justin if I didn't show.
I had spent a year straight playing with this boy online- he's the closest
thing I have to a boyfriend.  
  
_What have I done? I should have never gotten involved in this. I'm going to
lose him and this girl is going to get me fired. And I will have nothing..._  
  
Jessica's face hovered inches from my cheek as I stared at the bed. She
giggled at my defeated expression and squeezed my cheeks some. "Okay," she
finally said. "I had fun, Professor. Can't wait to do it again." She smiled
giving my cheek a hard kiss and a wet lick. "Keep my number handy."  
  
"Yes, my Queen," I said with a dull smile. I gathered the rest of my things
and left.  
  
Thunder growled on the midnight sky. The drive was a monotone hum and stale
thoughts. I followed the GPS voice till I was parked in a small apartment
complex in the corner of the city. The complex looked as I felt. Exhausted.
Rundown. Beaten. My clit already engorged from spankings and intense orgasms.
Having gotten everything I wanted for years, I was left in a state confusion.  
  
_It wasn't that Jessica did things I didn't want, but- ...things I wanted I
didn't like... why would it be any better with Justin?_  
  
I walked down a breezeway coated in graffiti spray paint having forgotten to
even lock my car. I passed some college age kids smoking cigarettes and they
make a comment to me and laugh. I heard nothing. I was a disheveled mess, I
knew. When I put my black top and skirt back on it was a twisted, halfhearted
task.  
  
_I forgot my panties and bra in the hotel..._  
  
My shirt stretched. One breast was barely inside my shirt while the other was
tucked too deep. I looked like a used prostitute 20 years past her prime, at
best.  
  
His apartment door was cracked and creaked as I entered. Electric guitar
soloed on a low Mp3 speaker. The outside of the building was damp, worn, and
smelled of spilled sewage, but the inside of the tiny studio apartment smelled
of spicy incense. The walls were freshly painted white and the room was well
lit. His bed was in the center of the room. It was just a mattress on the
floor but the sheets and quilt covering it were pulled tight and neatly tucked
under it. Justin walked in from the bathroom at the foot of the mattress.
Tooth brush hung from the corner of his mouth. He stared at me shirtless and
wearing only a pair of black jeans. I stared at the floor with my arms hanging
somberly to my side. The door still hung open behind me. Watching- studying me
as stepped around my body. I felt his eyes on my neck as he carefully shut the
door and locked it.  
  
"I leave it cracked when I'm alone," Justin said. "Despite the shit smell, the
fresh air helps with the Closter phobia."  
  
"You can leave it open," the words fell from my lips. "The smell is fine."  
  
"It's not safe," he said. "I won't allow you to be in danger."  
  
"Why don't you move?" The words blurted out. He paused behind me before going
back to the bathroom.  
  
"Bigger place more money," his voice echoed from the bathroom.  
  
"Parents won't help?"  
  
Justin pulled a neatly folded t-shirt from a drawer and palmed it in his hand.
"Why are you staring at the floor? Look at me..."  
  
Like weights dangling from my irises, I pulled them slowly from the floor. His
skinny frame had a lean layer muscle to it. A colorful design of spikes and
designs were tattooed on his chest with a corner of it only outlined but not
inked yet. He slid a dark gray shirt on and walked to me. He cupped my cheek
and inspected my bosom, noting the redness and dark bruises. His hand
traversed my ass and lifted my skirt to see the wear on my cheek.  
  
"You've been with another..." Justin said.  
  
"...Yes..." I admit.  
  
"Tonight."  
  
"Yes..."  
  
"He another student of yours?" Justin asked with a hint of annoyance in his
voice.  
  
"She was a woman." My voice broke as I replayed my first lesbian encounter.
Justin's hand was cupped to the bare of my right ass cheek under my skirt. His
hand was warm and his face hovered to the right of mine, looking down on me.
He stared at me for a moment as if he was processing the thoughts.  
  
"She was rough," he thumbed my bruises.  
  
"Yes, my- yes, sir."  
  
"...is she your Dom?"  
  
"No."  
  
Justin cupped my cheek and turned my gaze to him, "do you want to be my Sub?"  
  
I opened my mouth and closed it. I looked down to the floor and broke his
gaze, "I... yes..." I had no idea what I wanted anymore.  
  
_I'm a respected Professor. Was this all worth it?_  
  
His face came inches from mine as he whispered, "A Dom and a Sub are mirror
opposites of each other. They have nothing in common..." his hand circled my
ass harder and harder. "Nothing but one thing..."  
  
Clenching my teeth, I prepared myself for his punishment. For this young man
to tear my clothes off, to beat this already bruised body. His right still
squeezed the bare of my left ass cheek, his left hand cupped my face as he
pulled me into a deep kiss. His tongue swirled on mine as I felt the slightest
of movement on my ass- his fingers teasing down my ass crack to my pussy lips
opening and closing them as he squeezed. My eye brows raised as he pulled me
into him and his left hand worked under my black curls, gripping and massaging
my neck. His firm yes tender grip on me made my pussy stir as he worked my
body. My arms were wrapped around his back with my finger nails clawing at his
neck, but he walked me backwards until I was pressed against the door.  
  
His lips left mine the same time his fingers left my pussy. A small whine
escaped my lips in protest, but he grabbed both of my hands and tucked the
front of my skirt into my palms. Justin dropped to his knees deliberately as I
stretched the fabric of my skirt holding it up. His warm palms pressed on my
inner thighs, bowing my legs as I felt his hot wet tongue pierce my pussy
lips. Pushing inside me hard, his nose jammed into my clit and my legs nearly
gave out.  
  
"Ohhh," I moaned. I looked down to see him, but could only see my white thick
breasts squeezed in my shirt. Closing my eyes, I let my hips work circles on
his face. Grinding on his tongue, his nose, and stubbly chin. My head swam in
a water bed of pleasure as my knees gave out periodically and his strong hands
quickly grabbed my hips and held me hard against the door. "Ohh Just- yes,
sir, yes..." My right hand cupped my mouth as I bucked against the door. His
tongue fucked my pussy and lapped my clit over and over. He moved
aggressively, his tongue and fingers pushing inside me and grinding on me.  
  
Most men moved tentatively between my thighs, unsure of themselves as they
licked. But Justin but moved with a purpose. Pushing his tongue deeper and
deeper inside me as I squatted on his face. My ass jiggling as I shook. "Fuck-
mmmffck..." I cried into my palm as he brought me closer. Two fingers pushed
inside my pussy as his tongue raised to my clit. With one stiff thrust inside
me and one long pull of his tongue across my exposed, bulging clit I was gone.  
  
"Godohfuck!" I gargled as my hips violently bucked. "Na-goddyes!"  
  
His lips closed around my clit and I felt him hum a moan as my hips trembled
under him. His fingers fucked me as I squatted on them. My left released the
skirt and dived into his hair. I held his head tight to my clit while trying
to push him away at the same time. "Yesyesyes-fuck I'm cum- I... I..."  
  
I leaned forward as my pussy exploded. "OH GOD!!"  
  
Both my hand cupped around his head. My thick thighs and black fishnets
clapping around his cheeks, but Justin stayed tight on my sex. His lips
sucking on my clit. He licked it faster and faster as I thrashed in his grip.
"Oh yes yes yes yes ye- mmm mm mm mmm..." My body tensed and relaxed under his
touch.  
  
He released me as his palms and lips ran up my front. Cupping both my tits, he
kissed me hard and messily. I moaned into him as I tasted my juices covering
his tongue, lips, and chin. My lips toying with his lip ring as we kissed. He
grasped my wrists and pulled them above my head quickly, stretching me out, he
held me against the door as he devoured my lips. My body waved and grinded
against his aching to touch him anywhere as he kissed me.  
  
He broke the kiss suddenly and walked over to his mattress mumbling to
himself. "...stupid putting this on..." He pulled off his gray shirt that was
wet from my explosion, wiped his face, and tossed it into the corner of the
room. As I writhed rubbing my curves and wet pussy against the door I saw the
wet stained shirt he tossed. Embarrassed, I froze.  
  
"I-I'm sorry-" I start.  
  
"Don't ever apologize," He said as he unbuckled his jeans. "You are the
Lioness of Montgomery... and my Lioness has nothing to apologize..." His jeans
slid off before he sat on the edge of the mattress staring at me. My heart
fluttered as a thrill of excitement stirred inside him. His knees folded to
the side I saw in person for the first time his beautiful cock. He stroked it
with his left hand while staring at me. It was 8- maybe 9 inches long with a
thick girth. As hard as he was, I was surprised his erection could stand on
its own without support.  
  
Without instruction I was on my hands and knees crawling to him. He leaned
back some as he watched me approach. I bit my lip as I watched him watch me
through his messy black hair. This 20 year old boy, pierced eye brow, pierced
lip, and tatted up. My sweaty palms brace against his hairy thighs as I raise
my lips to the head of his cock.  
  
My lips fell around the thick head of his cock quickly and I instantly tasted
the salty pre-cum he oozed while tasting my cunt. Groaning, I worked my lips
lower on his cock and hear him groan. My lips go down his shaft till I feel my
gag reflex then I retreated to gasp for air. My right fist closed around his
shaft, I pumped it hard, spreading my saliva from the base to the head. I
closed my lips around his head again and let my soft, hot tongue swirled on
his head as my hand jerked him off into my mouth. Loose chains and bracelets
around my right wrist clanged and bounced into each other as I pumped his cock
eagerly. He moaned some as I sucked and tongued his urethra, but not nearly as
much as I do. Saliva poured down his shaft as my head bobbed and I forgot to
breathe and I came up gasping for air. My hand still pumping his shaft, I
looked up at him and see him staring at me, biting his lip where his lip ring
was.  
  
I could see him imagining all the spankings he wanted to give me. All the
punishments his old, dirty, professor deserved, and it made me wet. He stared
at my thick tits bouncing in my shirt as my arm worked his cock. I knew he
wanted them, so I reached into my already stretched shirt and pulled them out
the V of my top. My white, fat, tits hung out, mashed together and bounced
wildly as I jacked his cock.  
  
_You're titty fucking your student, Sarah._ The words echoed in her thoughts.  
  
He reached down with his right and groped at my breast, squeezing my left
harder and mashing it to my chest. I felt his cock flex in my hand as he did
and nearly came at his rough molestation of my old breast. He grabbed my other
tit and pulled them around his fat cock and I instantly followed. As large as
his cock was my fat tits were proportional in size. As he mushed them around
his shaft, I lowered my lips and sucked the head of his cock as he thrusted
towards me. Squeezing my tits like pieces of meat he titty fucked me hard as I
held my mouth down on him. My hands replaced his as I pushed the outside of my
cushioned breasts tighter around his cock. My skin slick with pre-cum and my
saliva.  
  
_Fuck, I want him so bad. I need him. I want his cum on me- in me!_  
  
His hands pulled my hair out of my face revealing my hooped earrings dangling
as my head bobbed. He thrusted into my tits and mouth as he pressed my head
down farther. My eye brows raised and I moaned as his cock was forced deeper
and deeper down my throat. He sighed as my tongue depressed and I felt the tip
of his cock push against the roof of my mouth deeper. Feeling him skull fuck
me with his young, long fucking cock, I held my breath as he passed my gag
reflex and he touched the back of my throat. Holding him inside my mouth I
felt him flex and grow before he released my head and I pulled from his cock
gasping for air. Eager for more with saliva still strung from my lips I moved
back to taste more cock, but his hand quickly stopped me.  

Justin's thumb and forefinger held my cheeks between his thighs, "that's
enough of that, my good girl." In my cock drunk state I could barely focus. My
lips moved around his thumb, suck biting it as I noticed he wore a silver
thumb ring. He stood and guided me on all four onto the mattress. It wasn't
much higher, but it was easier on my knees which were already raw. As he
walked around me his hard, long cock bounced and my eyes couldn't leave it.
Even as he took a knee behind me I stared over my shoulder at him. My messy
hair hung to the side as I bit my lip watching him stroke as he pulled my
skirt up tight. He watched me as he fed the bulb of his bare cock between my
tender aching lips.  
  
I felt him slowly push inside me and my arms instantly gave out. Crinkling the
straight sheets under me, I pushed my mouth into the bed. "Ohhhhmmmmmfckkk!" I
released a muffled moan. But he doesn't stop. Like one of my heavy dildos,
this boy's cock filled me up. Deeper and deeper. I felt his hand on the dip of
the small of my back. His other ran down my thigh of black fishnets. "Oh god
baby ye-" I managed to say coherently when he had me filled so deep.  
  
Without hesitation his fingers dug into my hips and thighs as he pulled out of
me and rammed back inside my pussy. "Fuuuuck!!" I cried biting my lip. His
cock fucked me in hard rough thrusts. He pulled out to his head before forcing
himself back inside. "Yes yes yes ohf-" My ass was high in the air while my
face twisted in the sheets.  
  
**SMACK!**   
  
I felt a swift bite on my right ass cheek from his hand and go breathless as
my pussy tries to close on his cock.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
"Oh god babyyy! Fuck me fuckmmm!" I screamed as my tits rocked smacking my
chin. I knew my wide ass was wobbling around his cock as he pounded me into
the ground. I imagined a red hand print of his forming on my left cheek. A
permanent print marking his territory. "Yes! This ass is yours!!"  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
"Oh fuck!!" My toes curled as I stick my ass back as hard and high as I can.  
  
"Don't you fucking cum," Justin warned.  
  
"Yessiryessir..." I cried.  
  
His hands grabbed the strands of black hair burying my face and pulled them
back into a hard pony tail. Leaning back he lifted me up by my hair and pulled
me back on him. "Aaahhh yesah!" My fingers barely held me up as his thrusts
became hard and violent. "Jesus!" I spat as I clenched hard on his cock,
drowning him in my juices. His other hand wrapped around the waist of my skirt
and used it as leverage to jerk my pussy back on him faster.  
  
"Godohgodoh- shit!" My brow was damp with sweat as my hooped earring bounced
with every thrust. I felt my fat tits bouncing wildly under me, but couldn't
see as my head was pulled back. I heard Justin's grunts becoming more intense
and thought of his young hot cum exploding inside me.  
  
_This young stud is going to shoot his load inside this old lady. Oh fuck!
He's staring at your fat tits, smacking your whore ass, watching your thick
thighs quiver as he fucks you and you're going to make him fucking cum!_  
  
"Ohhhshit fuck!" I smacked my left tit groping and twisting the nipple. "Can I
cum? Please please I need to cum I need to cum so badahh!" I bit my lip trying
to think of anything to keep it from happening. But I was so close. I was on
the edge. I felt it coming. I didn't have time.  
  
"You want to cum, professor?" Justin asked, panting. His cock stuffing me.  
  
"Yes- yes! Oh god, sir, pleeease!" I became a wild animal in his arms.  
  
"Do you want me as your Dom?"  
  
"Yes sir yes! Oh- oh god..." I screamed with my feet raised from the bed.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
"Cum slut!" Justin commanded. "Cum on your daddy's cock!"  
  
"Ohhhh godddd thank you ahhh!" I screamed as he fucked me harder and faster.  
  
**SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!**   
  
I could not handle it. I held my breath as my body tensed squeezing his fat
cock as it punished my pussy. Fucking me harder the only sound I heard was the
wet sloshing of my drenched pussy. My tits clapped below me. My hair pulled.
My thighs spread wide.  
  
"I'M CUMMINGOHGODD!!" I screamed as my body heaved and Justin's front pushed
against my back. My pussy pulsated around his cock- gushing as I screamed. My
cheeks flushed as I twisted in his grip and hard thrusts. My pussy squirted on
his cock and bed as I pushed his cock out of my cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhgd!"  
  
The palm of his hand was stuffed between my wet thighs grinding on my clit as
I squirmed for freedom from any touch. My mind over loaded with ecstasy as I
twitched on my side groping my breasts. When I opened my eyes I was on my back
and Justin kneeled over me. His long hard shaft pointing at me as he pumped
it.  
  
"Open your mouth," my Sir commanded. I did and leaned forward to take the head
of his cock in my mouth. As soon as my wet pillow lips closed around the head
of his cock I felt him flex and groan as a hot string of cum hit the back of
my throat hard. Again and again, I felt his balls empty into my mouth as I
swallowed, watching my Dom above me cum on his slut.  
  
Justin leaned over me looking in my eyes as his right hand fell on my left
breast. He cupped it hovering over my heart. I licked my lips still tasting in
cum on my tongue and looked exhausted into his eyes. He brushed a strand of
hair from my sweaty brow as he cupped my cheek. He just stared at me for a
long moment.  
  
"Trust," Justin spoke softly as he petted his brow. "The one thing a Dom and
Sub share completely. It's trust..." I smiled at him warmly, biting my lip.
"Now, do you want to be my Sub?"  
  
"Yes, Sir," the words flowed from my mouth and like a weight lifted from my
chest, they felt crystal clear.




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