by Arya Martin
I shudder. Oh, my God, this is even crazier than I hoped for. The whole class is buzzing, some of the guys hooting and hollering.
Dr. Carroll climbs up on the desk, hikes up her skirt, and squats, straddling my head and holding me still while my classmates line up behind me. Her thighs are warm, soft but strong, and I can feel her wetness through her panties. Holy fuck, she’s turned on too. She loves torturing me as much as I love being tortured. And Jesus Christ, she smells amazing.
A few students remain in their seats, watching, but at least half the class is waiting for their turn to beat my ass raw. There are a couple of cheerleaders at the front of the line. That group of jocks who groped me earlier are in the back.
Dr. Carroll hands the Destroyer to the first of the cheerleaders, who giggles maniacally.
I hear the whistling of the air through those evil holes. It’s barely any warning before my backside explodes in pain. Dr. Carroll chuckles, rubbing her clothed pussy around on my head while the cheerleader hits me again and again. I’m yelping, squirming, tears already spilling out of my eyes. It hurts so much worse than I imagined.
“That’s enough, Katie,” says Dr. Carroll finally. “Leave some for the rest of the class.”
Katie pauses, then grabs my raw ass cheek and twists, digging her nails in deep. I hiss and squirm.
Her squad mate is up next. It’s more of the same, except when she’s had her turn whacking me she grabs my balls and crushes them in her delicate hand. I’m definitely crying now, biting down on my lip to keep from howling. It hurts…but it’s so hot being tormented like this while everyone watches.
The rest of the class files through, each taking their turn. Pretty soon my ass is burning. Several people come up with their own little creative ways of torturing or humiliating me. One guy grabs my dick and jerks me off till I’m hard again, then pinches the head cruelly hard until my boner goes back down. Another spits on me. A girl I used to think was really shy and innocent digs a dildo out of her purse and shoves it deep in my ass, leaving it there while she wallops me. This feels…holy shit. Wild. My erection is holding now in spite of the pain. There’s just something about being spanked with my ass plugged that feels crazy in all the right places.
It’s finally down to that gang of jocks. The first steps up and refuses the paddle, instead choosing to grope and slap my ass with his bare hands. I find myself moaning, gyrating a little and straining my haunches toward him, which draws a few giggles from the onlookers.
“Kiki sure is slutty,” says a girl.
My eyes pop open wide as I feel his bare dick slapping against my ass, then tracing over my red-hot cheek, leaving a sticky little trail. A hush falls over my “audience.”
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass before, Kiki?” asks Dr. Carroll.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur in a now-well-practiced girl voice.
“How many?” she asks.
“Just one,” I reply meekly.
“How would you like to take all these big boys’ cocks while I sit on your little whore face?”
“Yes, ma’am—please,” I reply.
She lifts up and rolls me onto my back, then rips her own panties in the middle, exposing her dripping wet pussy. The first jock puts my legs over his shoulders, tilting up my pelvis, and begins rubbing his fat cock along my ass crack. I see little flashes of light as my classmates start taking pics and filming the scene with their phones.
“My boyfriend is never gonna believe this,” laughs one girl.
The jock pushes his cock inside me as Dr. Carroll lowers her wet, pungent pussy onto my face. It’s an overwhelming cocktail of sensations. I start eating her out eagerly, mindlessly, as I get my ass fucked. Lucky Brent’s been stretching me this week, because this guy is huge—and rough. He’s hammering my prostate in no time, and I can feel the precum oozing in big globs from my tip. I want to jerk myself off, badly, but the angle he’s holding me at is making it pretty much impossible.
After he’s gone to town on me for a while, one of his buddies gets impatient and elbows his way in. Soon the cock in my ass is replaced with a second, even bigger and more ruthless than the first. I’m getting pumped really hard, my body jiggling wildly on the desk while I moan loudly into the professor’s pussy. I can hear her panting and moaning with pleasure above me, and it’s driving me crazy. The woman is fucking amazing. Man, I hope someday she and Lilah decide to gang up on me together….
Pretty soon, the series of guys fucking me turns into a senseless blur, and all I know is there’s a dick inside me at all times…and a growing cluster of dudes standing nearby and watching me get fucked while they jerk off. I’m moaning uncontrollably, so loud I know everyone can hear, even with Dr. Carroll’s pussy covering my mouth. The whole thing’s just so hot, and she tastes so good, and that dick in my fucking ass feels amazing. At some point, one of the guys walks up and starts squeezing my fake tits. I wish like anything they were real so I could feel him groping me roughly and pinching my little nipples.
All of a sudden, I feel the professor’s thighs tighten. “Oh, yeah,” she moans. “Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna come.”
“Me too,” grunts the jock currently pounding my little hole.
The rest of the guys gather around. I hear a gasped “Oh my God” from one of the onlookers, followed by a giggle.
Suddenly, I feel my ass filling up with hot cum. At that same instant, Dr. Carroll makes this crazy sexy animal sound, and hot juices come gushing out of her pussy all over my face.
I also feel a hot wetness all over the front of my maid costume, and a deep sense of humiliation sets in as I realize every one of those jocks just fucking shot his wad all over me. Oh my God. I’m drenched from head to toe.
Dr. Carroll gracefully lifts herself off of me, slides down from the desk, and grabs a fresh pair of panties out of her purse. The jocks slap each other five and clap each other gruffly on the back as they put away their cocks.
I’m…just lying here, blinking up at the ceiling, fucking covered in cum. I can only imagine what I must look like right now. And people are still taking pictures.
I decide I couldn’t care less…or maybe I’m even getting off on it…and I start jerking off furiously.
God, I’m so close to coming….
“No!” thunders Dr. Carroll, brandishing the Destroyer at me. “Don’t you dare, Kiki! That’s crude and disgusting.”
But I can’t stop. I’m so close. My only response is to whimper pitifully and jerk myself faster, trying desperately to push myself over the edge.
Just as my vision finally starts to go white, Dr. Carroll hauls me up suddenly by my hair, bends me forward over the desk, and wails on my ass with the Destroyer.
My orgasm dies, just like that. I claw at the desk, grinding my teeth, as pain ripples through my body and semen dribbles languidly from my tip.
Oh—my God. She ruined my orgasm.
Her final punishment delivered, she chucks the Destroyer back in its drawer. All I can do is lie here, wasted, disappointed, and breathing raggedly.
…All that, and I didn’t even get to come?
Jesus God. This woman really is the devil.
…And I’m completely in love with her.
“Go clean yourself up, Kiki,” she says, tossing her torn used panties down on top of me. “You’re a revolting mess.” Then, suddenly, she leans close to my ear. “And thanks to your appalling behavior today, you will continue to serve this campus as ‘Kiki’ for the rest of the semester. Do you understand?”
I lift my head just in time to catch the little smile that flits across her lips as she straightens once more.
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmur up at her softly, my poor, neglected cock twitching in anticipation of many degrading adventures yet to come.
Feminized by the Faculty Femme Fatale
(Penny’s Revenge 2)
Sneak Peek!
Dr. Blake looked up from her desk as I walked into the classroom among a trickle of other s
tudents.
She arched an eyebrow and winked.
I did a double-take. Was that directed at me? But wait. Why would she be winking at me? She could have meant that for anyone. Regardless, why the hell was she winking at one of the students, whether me or somebody else? Something about it made me uneasy.
“More presentations today,” she announced as the class settled in. “Fun, fun, fun! Why don’t we start with…Neil?”
Shit. I wasn’t any more ready for this presentation than I’d ever been for anything in Dr. Blake’s class. I’d kinda been hoping I wouldn’t have to go till the last day. After all, hadn’t she been going in alphabetical order? My last name is Wynn.
I stood reluctantly and shuffled up to the front. Dr. Blake took a seat in an empty student desk on the front row, her grade book in front of her.
As I flipped open my notes and got ready to speak, she suddenly leaned forward onto the desk, her cleavage bulging out of her button-down shirt, and trailed her tongue over her upper lip.
“Uhhhhhh,” I croaked, staring.
“What’s the matter, Neil?” asked Dr. Blake. “Are you unprepared for this presentation?”
“I, uh…no.” I shook my head and gulped, holding my binder low to cover my boner.
“All right. Carry on, then.”
I squinted down at my notes, cursing my woody. “Uh…in 1926 in El Peter, Guatemala—”
“Excuse me, Neil. El Peter?”
I looked up at Professor Blake. She fingered the collar of her blouse and mouthed, Fuck me.
“Uhhhhhhhh,” I stammered, red-faced, and peered down at my notes. The other students were starting to titter. “El Petén—sorry. I can’t read my notes.”
“Maybe you should hold them up higher,” said Dr. Blake.
I raised the notebook reluctantly. The chorus of giggles and whispers that followed confirmed my fear.
“Neil…is that an erection?” asked Dr. Blake bluntly.
The giggles spiked. I felt my face turn hot.
“Oh…no, sorry. My mistake,” she added. “Can’t be. It’s way too small.”
I stared at her in disbelief. She smirked. The little traitor in my pants jumped.
I can’t do this.
“I—I’m sorry, Dr. Blake,” I choked out. “You were right. I’m not prepared. Can I please go next time?”
“You’ll lose a whole two letter grades, Mr. Wynn,” she reminded me.
“I know. I’m sorry. Can I please be excused to the bathroom?”
“This isn’t grade school, Neil. You don’t need permission.”
I high-tailed it to the men’s room, wondering what the fuck had happened in there. I felt like I’d been hallucinating. Her behavior just seemed so out of character.
A thought occurred. As I stepped into a stall, I pulled out my phone and checked my sent emails…namely, the one with those pictures attached.
To: [email protected]
Oh…no. No, no, no.
No. Please, no.
I scrolled down the whole body of the email, through each fuzzy ultra-zoomed-in shot of Dr. Blake’s scantily clad lady parts.
When I’d drunkenly tried to type in Tommy’s email address, my thumb must have hit Y instead of T, and I’d selected whatever came up first in the contacts dropdown.
Which was the main admin email for the archaeology department.
Oh my fucking God. She knew. The department secretary had probably showed her right away.
The bathroom door opened. I heard a woman’s heels on the tile. Was I in the wrong bathroom?
“Mr. Wynn?”
Jesus. It was her. I whirled just as the stall door swung open.
“I’m so sorry,” I blurted.
“Sorry for what?” she asked innocently, draping herself against the doorframe. “Boys will be boys, right?”
“I had a little too much to drink. I made a mistake. I’m really, really sorry.”
She smirked and raised an eyebrow, lowering her gaze meaningfully to the boner that just wouldn’t ever die goddammit.
“You want me, huh?” she asked, grabbing my crotch suddenly in a firm hand and backing me against the side of the stall. “It’s all you ever think about when you see me, isn’t it? These tits and this ass.”
“Oh my God,” I panted. I didn’t know whether to be thrilled or terrified. Was she actually into me, too? Why couldn’t I shake the feeling that this was not gonna go in a good direction?
“Fine,” she breathed, tugging my earlobe with her teeth. “You wanna do this? We’ll do this.”
“Seriously?” I yelped, like an idiot.
“Oh, yeah,” she grinned, massaging my package. I felt weak in the knees. “But I like things a certain way. A little bit of role-play, you know what I mean?”
“Uh…sure.” God, was this for real? I was still afraid to believe it. Not that there was much room in my brain for anything but yes, yes, yes, yes….
“Buy this stuff,” she said, stuffing a folded slip of paper into my pocket, “and text me your address. I’ll be at your place tonight. Eight o’ clock.”
“Tommy might be there,” I stammered. Jesus, was I trying to cockblock myself?
“The more the merrier,” she shrugged. “Just make sure you have everything on that list, or the deal’s off.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, then winced. Really? ‘Ma’am’?
But she only chuckled and gave my erection a final squeeze. “See you tonight.”
And with that, she was gone, and all I could do was stare after her dumbly, struggling to catch my breath.
* * * *
I skipped out on my classes the rest of the day so I could hit the mall and buy every item on Dr. Blake’s list. In retrospect, I probably should’ve at least gotten a clue as to what she was planning. But hope springs eternal, and wishful thinking is a powerful, powerful thing.
Besides, the list itself made me hot. One of the items on it was a sexy cheerleader costume, which I picked up at the Halloween store. A lacy pink bra-and-panties set. A red wig with bangs. I loved her blonde hair, but she would look great in that. Pom poms. A dog collar and leash. A ping pong paddle, for God’s sake. Flavored lube. Who knew the pretty professor was such a freak?
When I got home, all I could seem to do was sit there nervously, groping my boner and thumbing through those pics of Dr. Blake on my phone. It still felt like something was gonna go wrong, like she might show up on my doorstep with the police or something. But I hadn’t done anything illegal—had I? I didn’t think so. The most simple explanation for all this was that she really did wanna fuck me, and seeing that I’d taken those pictures of her was all she’d needed to give her the confidence to make her move.
That’s right, Neil, I kept telling myself. This is really happening. Just go with it. And don’t be a tool and fuck it up.
When eight o’ clock finally came, the doorbell rang. Tommy was still out, thank God—probably at a house party or something.
I opened the door to find Dr. Blake on the stoop, dressed to kill. Her hair was teased up and tousled, eyes rimmed with smoky black liner, lips painted blood red. As I watched, she untied the belt of her sweater and held it open, showing off the low-cut, clingy black dress she wore underneath.
“Wow,” I breathed, unable to do anything but stare. “You look…gorgeous.”
She smiled devilishly. “How sweet. You gonna let me in?”
I just about tripped over my own feet trying to get the fuck out of her way. She sashayed into the apartment, glancing around as she shed her sweater and held it out for me to take. Tommy and I didn’t have a coat rack, so I draped it over the back of a chair.
“You get everything on my list?” she asked, fingering the strap of her purse as she turned toward me.
“Yeah,” I breathed.
“Can I see?” she smiled sweetly.
I nodded and gestured for her to follow me to my room. My dick was already hard, my heart ready to pound right out of my c
hest. I couldn’t believe I was about to bang my fucking professor.
The cheerleader costume was laid out on the bed, next to the bra and panties and other items. She grinned at the sight of it. “Ooo, cute,” she said, fingering the fabric. “Good job, sexy. This’ll look totally hot on you.”
“Yeah,” I said enthusiastically. Until the last word of her last sentence sank in. “Wait. On me?”
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