The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02

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A curvy Professor loses control to her students as she cums.

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BDSMThe Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02

The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02 by  Ravenblackerotica ©

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.

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Organization:  Archive Team

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archive.org Archive-It Team) is a rogue archivist collective dedicated
to saving copies of rapidly dying or deleted websites for the sake of
history and digital heritage. The group is 100% composed of volunteers
and interested parties, and has expanded into a large amount of related
projects for saving online and digital history.

History is littered with hundreds of conflicts over the future of a
community, group, location or business that were "resolved" when one of
the parties stepped ahead and destroyed what was there. With the
original point of contention destroyed, the debates would fall to the
wayside. Archive Team believes that by duplicated condemned data, the
conversation and debate can continue, as well as the richness and
insight gained by keeping the materials. Our projects have ranged in
size from a single volunteer downloading the data to a
small-but-critical site, to over 100 volunteers stepping forward to
acquire terabytes of user-created data to save for future generations.

The main site for Archive Team is at archiveteam.org and contains up to
the date information on various projects, manifestos, plans and
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ongoing and completed. Thanks to the generous providing of disk space
by the Internet Archive, multi-terabyte datasets can be made available,
as well as in use by the Wayback Machine, providing a path back to lost
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in danger of closing, or which will be missed dearly if suddenly lost
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The hardest part about our transient, shallow world wide web is the
terrifying swiftness in which data disappears. To this end, Archive
Team members have often bravely strapped on miner's helmets and
flashlights, dove into the flaming wreckage of a dying site, and
grabbed a copy for all of time. Some of these rescues, consisting of
what we could grab, are being saved here.

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The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02 by  Ravenblackerotica ©

[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, & 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!?

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