u/DrHandPhD2

Disclaimer: My Reddit username is a pseudonym, not my real name.

Part 1

Part 2

This post has a good deal of context and build up from Parts 1 and 2. Part 1 has a long build up for context followed by "the good stuff." Part 2 is shorter and about half context half "good stuff." I strongly recommend reading at least Part 1 first, unless you only want "the good stuff,” which is pretty much the entirety of this part.

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I stirred awake, and it took a few moments to realize I wasn’t dreaming. Still dark out…what time is it? I tried to shift and my arm hit something. No…someone. My mind jolted awake, and I heard a voice. “Dr. Hand…”

“Shui?” I questioned.

She was laying down next to me on the couch. What is she doing? My sleep brain was pretty mad about this. She had a whole bed up there and this was my spot to sleep. “What are you doing?” I asked her. “What time is it?”

I got no response. Suddenly a hand was pressing on my side.

“What are you-” I started.

Then I felt her lips on my face. “-Oh” I whimpered as the realization set in.

“I…want…it…again,” Shui whispered.

“You want it again?”

“Yes. And…more. I’m ready now.” She said softly. Her hand explored my body as she spoke. She ran it up my side to my chest and clawed her fingers slowly down to my waistband. I grabbed her hand firmly and held it there. Her breath was warm on me, and I could almost see her chest heaving in the dark. I pushed her hand downward onto my crotch.

I twitched as she made contact with my penis over my pants. The first touch always feels so good. I moaned softly so she knew I liked it. Her hand was free now and she rubbed me back and forth. I wondered what she thought as she felt me grow.

I undid my pants and took everything from the waist down off. My cock was exposed, and I waited to feel her touch on it. It took a few seconds. I felt myself twitching in anticipation. I started wondering if she was second guessing this, and then…pressure. Fingers wrapped around me, and her thumb rubbed against my frenulum. “Nnngh” I moaned out weakly. My head leaned into hers and started kissing her neck. She let out whimpers and kept stroking me on the couch.

After the initial wave of pleasure wore off I grabbed her hand to stop her. I could feel her staring at me in the dark, waiting for instructions on what to do next.

I kissed her lips and said, “I want you to get on your knees…and use your mouth.”

I heard her inhale quickly. “B-Blow…job?” She asked. She could feel my head nod, and she agreed confidently, “Okay!”

She moved to her knees on the floor. When I sat up, I realized my eyes had adjusted and could see quite a bit around me now. It was dark out, but I heard some birds so I knew it was an early-morning dark. I saw Abby asleep in the bed. Shui took off her shirt and moved forward.

“Your bra too,” I told her.

“Oh!” She giggled and revealed her tiny breasts.

Shui scooted up to me quickly, but then paused. I could tell she wasn’t sure how to get started.

“Don’t worry,” I tried to comfort her, “It’s going to feel great no matter what you do. Just try not to let your teeth through.”

She responded with an eager “Okay!” and I felt her mouth pop over the tip of my head.

“Oooh-“, my legs shook as I felt another initial wave of pleasure. I moaned out for her to keep going.

I could feel her lips widened to take in more of me, and they clamped back down about a third of the way down my cock. Her tongue rubbed the rear of my shaft on the way down. I tried to keep giving her positive feedback (as always, she was doing a “Great job!” and I wanted her to know it). I let my breathing get audible. Moans and whispers escaped me.

I managed to get out, “Use your hands too.”

She pressed a hand on my thigh and caressed me from my thigh up to my pelvis, and back again. I couldn’t keep my moans quiet anymore. The sounds jumped out of me when her hand ran up my leg.

I could tell I was getting close when she slowed down and her hand remained still on my leg. I knew what she wanted. I pulled her up on the couch and swapped places with her. I gently pulled her pants off and ran my hands from her knees to her pelvis. She gasped as I closed in between her legs, and I felt her hips grind. She was on the edge of the couch with her legs off. I was on my knees on the floor.

“Lean back…relax.” I told her.

I started with my hands. She was soaking wet already. My fingers made small circles around her clit and immediately she started whimpering. I let one finger dart inside her quickly and she yelped with pleasure. I moved my head in closer and kissed each thigh softly as my mouth approached her.

I started with one slow and soft lick over her clit, making sure to apply pressure as I passed over it.

A long moan burst from her, “Ooooooh!”

Shui’s hips rose and fell. I licked her again the same way. Her legs squirmed and I could feel her hips shifting. I penetrated her with my finger slowly. Her breaths became fluttery as I burrowed my finger into her. I pulled out and inserted it again faster while making sure to curl it upward this time. I kept this going for a while to hear the whispery moans that flew out of her.

I could feel her whole body heaving when I pulled my finger out and gave her a rest. I could tell she was close. I brought my mouth back onto her and licked in circles. I switched to vertical motions and occasionally circled around her clit, all the while she writhed above me.

It was time. I tightened my tongue and went vertically at a constant rhythm. She squirmed more and I slipped my finger back in but not all the way – just enough to tease her. Her voice let out a cry of pleasure. I kept going like this, slipping my finger in and out while making sure to keep licking the same spot. Her hips buckled and her cries of pleasure filled the room. The fluids slowly leaked from her onto my tongue. I pushed my head further into her and kept licking, her voice still loud in my ears. Her back arched up before finally relaxing and calming down with quiet whispers of “ooh, ooh.”

Her mouth hung open as she looked at me. “That was an orgasm.” I told her. All she could muster out was, “Wow…”

I stood up slowly and sat next to her on the couch. “Do you still want more?” I questioned.

She looked at me and nodded vigorously, “Yes!” I laid her down on the couch. As I was climbing onto her, I saw Abby moving out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw her arm going under the covers as I turned back to Shui.

I reached and stuck a finger inside Shui. She was flooded. I started my dick near the bottom of her and slid it up to find the hole. Oh fuck, that’s it. I was suddenly submerged in her. She gasped and dug her fingers into my shoulder. I moved slowly. Her breathing was heavy, and every exhale was accompanied with a whispery moan. I slid into her more, and slowly pulled out. As I went back in, she whispered something in her native tongue and let her head hang back.

I started thrusting harder. Her tight pussy gripped every inch of me as I pumped in and out of her. Shui was practically panting at this point. I looked over at the bed - Abby had thrown the covers off her and was masturbating.

I shoved into Shui hard. She yelped with pleasure. I shoved again. Shui’s voice filled the room. I fucked her hard at a rhythm now and massaged the back of her head. I leaned my head into her ear so she could hear me. “Mmm,” I moaned in her ear, and she gasped.

I could hear Abby finally reaching the point of being audible. I slowed down with Shui, and Abby let out a huge “Nngh..!” Shui gasped again when she realized Abby was awake.

“A-Abby! S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ Shui stammered out.

“No, no it’s okay,” Abby reassured her. “Why don’t you two come over to the bed?” Abby suggested with a smile.

I looked at Shui and nodded. I slowly pulled out and took her hand to get on the bed. I laid down in the middle of them, and Abby reached down to grab me as Shui turned towards me too.

“Wait,” said Shui quickly. “I want…to do it.” She said as she reached down and replaced Abby’s hand.

“OoOOoo,” Abby said playfully as she looked at me with raised eyebrows.

Shui started with slow motions while Abby caressed my midsection and thigh. I couldn't help but utter small moans as they worked on me. Abby ran her hand through my hair and leaned in to kiss me. Her tongue found mine immediately and the feeling of them both was overwhelming. I took a handful of Abby’s breasts and ran my thumb over her nipple, eliciting a whimper from Abby.

“Ooh, fuck!” I moaned when I felt Shui’s mouth cover my cock. “Ahh, fuck, oooh!” I was shocked at how good she was at this already. Then I felt Abby’s hair dragging downward on my skin - she was joining Shui. Shui stopped when Abby’s face was next to hers, and Abby leaned in to kiss Shui. I was looking down at Abby on my left and Shui on my right. Shui held me in her hand and Abby dropped her mouth over my cock.

Abby’s tongue laid across the back of my shaft as she went up and down. She came completely up each time, and Shui yanked up and down fast near my head. Abby grabbed me now and told Shui to take over. Shui’s mouth was smaller, tighter. I felt her lips grip me more. Abby cupped my balls, and soon I felt her mouth sucking one in. I moaned hard and my hips went towards the ceiling. They didn’t stop. Abby stayed sucking where she was, and Shui kept bobbing her head on my cock.

Abby put a hand on Shui’s shoulder. “I think you should get on top,” Abby told her. Shui’s eyes got wide. “I’ll help you. Here, first get up.” Abby said. Shui got on top of me, and Abby angled me towards her. “Now come down, slow…” Abby told her.

The tip of my penis felt her slight resistance, only to give way a second later. Shui exhaled strongly as she came all the way down. I bit my lip and grabbed her hips. I held her up a little so I could do most of the work. Abby placed a hand on my thigh and ran it down my leg firmly as I pushed my hips up and down into Shui. I slowed when I got tired and Shui started grinding.

“Mmm, yeah keep doing that,” Abby coached. She put a hand on Shui’s back and told her, “He likes that. Keep grinding on him.” I saw them share a moment between Abby’s words.

“Try going faster,” Abby advised. Shui sped up a little. “Now do it harder,” Abby told her. “Oh!” came out from Shui when she came down on me with more force. Abby smiled and bit her lip. “Mmm, keep doing that to him. Don’t stop unless I tell you to.” Abby commanded.

Abby threw a leg over me and straddled my chest. I felt Shui slow down as she was probably confused. I wasn’t though - I knew what was next. I want it. I was licking my lips waiting for it. Come on, get up here. Abby scooted up my chest more…and more…until her pussy was over my face, and I was surrounded by her. Abby’s pussy was at my mouth, her thighs covered my peripheral, and her tits hung right above my eyes. I moaned as I licked her and took in her taste.

Abby’s hips twitched and swayed as I ran my tongue on her clit. I grabbed her ass and kept licking to bring out her gasps. I felt her hips start moving my face, so I kept my tongue out for her to grind on. Shui was coming down on me full force behind Abby. I saw Abby’s hands go into her hair and her head fling back. I knew she was loving it. We stayed like this so long that I was soaked in what came out of her.

Shui had a burst of energy, and her grinding was more intense now. She screamed out in pleasure and kept going. Abby laughed through her moans. I grabbed Shui’s hips to slow her down and Abby got up. Shui had a happy determined look on her face. I bit my lip and locked eyes with her while she grinded on me hard. “Don’t stop.” I told her. “Don’t fucking stop!” I said louder. I focused on moving my hips in sync with hers. Finally, she fell onto me, her breaths were heavy in my ear. “That was good.” I whispered to her and smiled.

I got up and flipped her over. I stayed on my knees while she was on her back, legs bent at the knee. I pushed inside of her and pulled her body further onto me. “Ah!” she yelped. I stopped and let the moment pass. “K-Keep going…” Shui said to me. Abby and I smiled at each other – then I plunged myself into Shui. I wrapped my arms around her legs and plowed into her over and over until I had to stop and catch my breath.

“K-Keep going...” Shui whimpered.

Abby and I shared a silent laugh, and she put a hand on me to wait.

“You want him to keep going?” Abby asked her.

“Y-Yes. Keep going.” Shui answered.

“Say please,” Abby said forcefully.

“Y-yes. Keep going. Please,” Shui begged us. I still didn’t move.

“Please, sir.” I told her. Shui’s mouth opened but nothing came out. “Say it,” I told her.

“Please, sir.”

I rammed back into her hard. She yelped again. I kept going as hard as I could. Abby reached a hand down and held a finger over her clit. The Shui I knew - the quiet shy girl from my class - was gone. As I fucked her here in this bed, she yelled out, “Please! Keep going! Please, sir! Don’t stop!” Eventually Abby put a hand on me to slow down.

“Hold on.” Abby said. She got off the bed and reached in a drawer.

Abby came back with a vibrator in her hand, her eyes lit up. Shui looked confused. Abby explained what it was and rubbed it on her clit. Shui got the idea fast enough. Abby took it away and looked at me. Silently we decided who would speak next - it was Abby.

“Do you want me to use this on you?” Abby asked purposefully.

“Yes.” Shui responded quickly. “Yes, please,” She corrected herself.

“Do you want him to keep fucking you?”

“Yes! Yes, please!” Shui begged desperately.

“Tell him to fuck you.” Abby commanded her. “Say, ‘fuck me’”.

Shui looked at me. “F-Fuck…me.”

“Say it again” Abby told her sternly.

“Fuck me.”

“Again! Like you mean it!” Abby snapped.

“Fuck me!” Shui yelled.

I slowly moved into her as far as I could go. When I was fully in, I paused for Abby to bring the vibrator down onto her clit. I quickly pulled back out and slowly moved into her again. Shui was losing control now. I started thrusting into her hard while Abby commanded her what to say.

“Tell him to fuck you!” Abby told her again. “Tell him to fuck you hard!”

“F-Fuck me! F-Fuck me hard!”

"Keep going," Abby instructed her, "beg for it."

"Oooh! Please don’t stop. Please sir, don’t stop, fuck me! PLEASE!"

I felt her start to quiver, and I kept my pace. Her words transformed into long moans all throughout the room. Her body clenched forward, and I kept going until her back was flush on the bed again. I could hear her whispering, “oh-fuck me. Ooh, fuck me…”, as I slowed my pace to a stop.

I got out from between Shui’s legs. Abby grabbed my penis and her head quickly fell onto it. She cupped my balls and covered me in her warm wet mouth. I knew I was going to cum soon. Abby aggressively sucked me and moaned while she did it. I saw Shui starting to get up and get close to us. Shui put a hand on my thigh again like earlier.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” I told them.

I was getting closer. I was ready to shoot it all over Abby again. But then-

“I want it.”

That was Shui. I looked down at her. She was inches from Abby’s face, and Shui told her again “I want it this time.” Abby looked at her and kept going.

“I-I want to be a c-cumslut.”

“I’m cumming!” I barely got the warning out in time.

Abby pulled my dick out of her mouth and angled it towards Shui. A thick rope shot out across Shui’s face, covering her from eyes to mouth. A second one hit her in the cheek. Shui took hold of me and rubbed my cock over her mouth. I stood there catching my breath, and I looked down to see Shui with cum all over her face. We stared at each other for a second – she had a look of awe on her face and I was…proud?

“Okay, but I get to clean him off,” Abby butted in. Her hand reached for me, and she slowly swirled her mouth and tongue over my cock. Her hand grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. I twitched and nearly fell over as Abby licked every part of me. I looked down when she released me, and she locked eyes with me while licking her lips.

Abby took Shui to clean up. I got dressed. I could see that the sun had risen.

We went downstairs and the bedroom doors where Erik and Silas slept were still closed. We all had a laugh about how much we hoped they didn’t wake up. Abby made amazing eggs for us, and I said bye to each of them separately when I left.

Abby hugged me and said softly, “Well that was fun.”

I laughed and replied, “Yeah, maybe I need to go to that bar more often.”

Abby shot me a wink.

I put my hands on Shui’s shoulders and told her, “You did great, really.” Shui didn’t look away this time. She beamed confidently with a quick, “Thanks!”

***

It’s been a while now, and I haven’t seen or talked to them since. I find it weird that LinkedIn tells you who looks at your profile, so I don't check up on them regularly. My guess is that they're all still killing it out there at their respective jobs, and I couldn't be more happy with that thought.

Disclaimer: My Reddit username is a pseudonym, not my real name.

Part 1

This post has a good deal of context and build up from Part 1. The first part has a long build up followed by “the good stuff.” I recommend reading Part 1 first unless you only want “the good stuff,” which this part gets to pretty quickly.

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“You can take the couch. I’m going to head back downstairs and chill for a bit though.” Abby said.

“Hmm, well I’m not super tired either. Mind if I join you?” I asked.

She smiled and pulled my hand to follow her...

Abby and I sat at her kitchen island again and chatted for a while. She told me that her job was fun, and people treated her well there. She planned to live in this huge townhouse for the foreseeable future. She mentioned that the 4th room is for her mom whenever she comes to visit, so she doesn’t let people sleep in there.

“Do you want some weed?” Abby asked.

I laughed and accepted, “Yeah sure.”

Abby pulled out a fancy pipe from a cabinet and a bag of weed. She packed and a bowl and took a long hit, no cough. I noticed that the pipe was a bit dirty inside – I guess it’s been used a lot. The weed was strong, stronger than I anticipated, and I let out a few big coughs before taking a sip of water. Abby laughed, “Keep it together man!”

“Ha! Yeah, it’s been a while since I smoked.” I explained. “Normally I just eat edibles now.”

“Ah, yeah I have some of those, but they take so long! I didn’t want us to fall asleep waiting on them.”

“Makes sense. Although I’m pretty awake right now. I don’t feel drunk at all after…that.”

She chuckled, “Same.”

I let the feeling hang in the air. It felt like Abby and I were eyefucking each other thinking about the past hour. A long silence passed with us just grinning at each other. I broke it by asking about the weed again. “So, why’d you wait so long to break this out??”

Abby’s dimples showed when she laughed and said, “The others aren’t really into weed.”

We live in a state where weed is still illegal, so a lot of people haven’t come around yet.

“Silas gets drug tested, Erik doesn’t really like the feeling, and Shui…is Shui.” Abby and I shared a big laugh. Adorable dimples. The weed was getting to us now.

“Hey who knows, after tonight she may be up for anything.” I floated.

“Ha! Yeah, maybe I’ll try again soon! She did great tonight. I didn’t really expect her to do all of that.” Abby admitted.

“Uhh – yeah, I was shocked. She was always really quiet in class. She could barely look at me when I would try to help her through the assignments. I…really hope I didn’t…” It was hard to say the next bit out loud. “…cross any boundaries.”

“Dude, what? No. We stopped when she was uncomfortable, and I was there to take over. And trust me, she fantasized about you since the first day of class. Seriously, I think the very first time she and I were alone she started asking me if I thought you were cute. By Spring Break, I half expected her to walk into class with an amateur manga starring you and her.”

We both buckled over laughing for a bit, and I came out of the laughing fit saying, “Okay well that’s good to hear. And I’m really glad you were there too. You were definitely her rock through that.” I paused for a few seconds, and then continued with a huge grin, “And, well, you know…it was fun having you there for other reasons too.”

Abby chuckled and admitted, “Yeah if I’m being honest…I fantasized about you a lot too.”

We made eye contact grinning at each other for a few moments.

“It’s too bad you weren’t a terrible student and didn’t have to offer sex for an A.” I joked.

“You know, I had it so bad that once a thought ran through my mind of bombing an exam on purpose, so I would have an excuse to come on to you!” Abby exclaimed, and I nearly spit out my water laughing.

“Oh my god! Well I’m glad you didn’t do that. It might have made me fantasize about you less.”

Abby bit her lip, trying not to smile too hard, as we continued to eyefuck each other across the island. We were quiet for a few seconds. Then,

“Wow, I’m fucking hungry!” Abby shouted.

She pulled her pantry open to reveal a treasure chest of snacks. I rushed over to take a look because, well, I had some extreme munchies too. The choices were overwhelming. Abby pulled out some fancy looking crackers and looks at me.

“Hmm, no, too dry” I said.

She skipped over to her fridge and pulled out a yogurt.

“Agh, no! That’s not dry enough!” I protested.

We both laughed as she put it back and came back to the pantry. I reached in and pulled out some…marshmellows? We made eye contact and busted out laughing. The kind of laughing over something stupid that being high will do to you, you know – hand on a wall to hold yourself up, not able to talk, trying hard to stop laughing.

“Okay wait, here, I got it,” Abby said and pulled a bunch of bananas out.

I considered it and decided, “…Yes! But only if we find good ones.”

We inspected the bananas with extreme rigor, having fun trying to come up with metrics on how to choose the perfect banana. Our geeky math sides were coming out. We both grabbed one and went back to her island. We gobbled them down in silence, clearly in our own little worlds for a few minutes.

“So, that game we played earlier was pretty revealing.” I teased.

Abby shrugged, “Eh, I don’t care. You were probably more uncomfortable than I was.”

“Yeah probably. I only really played because I wanted to see your answers.”

“And…?” Abby inquired, “What did you think? Did they change your view of me?”

“I wasn’t surprised at all,” I replied.

She shifted in her seat and tried, unsuccessfully, to hold back a smile.

“Oh yeah? I wasn’t really surprised by yours either,” Abby said.

Now I was the one needing to shift. I felt myself growing quickly thinking about how she fantasized about me.

“I also wasn’t surprised by the way you handled yourself upstairs,” I told her, and teased, “Well, I guess I was a little surprised by what a cumslut you are.”

She paused, and her eyes slowly found mine.

“That was a nice cumshot you gave me too…” Abby smirked.

Our gazes locked as we let that linger. My mind was picturing her upstairs on her knees looking up at me again. At least a dozen seconds passed before she broke the silence.

“I want more.”

We jumped up and flung ourselves at each other. My hands ran through her hair and down her chest. Abby’s leg wrapped around mine and I felt her hands at the back of my neck. The weed was still hitting me hard so I could feel every motion of her tongue, every movement of her lips, and I could hear every sound that escaped her as I pulled her head back by her hair and tasted her neck.

Her hands urgently dove for my stomach and belt. I felt her unbuckling my belt as I reached down to grab her ass. Her heavy breathing left my earshot as she dropped down to my waist. I was ready for her. I felt warm fingers wrap around my cock tightly and tug back and forth.­­ Abby cupped my balls and devoured me. I held back her dark hair as her tongue swam around me in her mouth.

She cupped me tighter, and a primal grunt came out of me. She pulled back and started tugging me furiously. I couldn’t help but moan, and Abby responded with an “mmm” right before she wrapped me in her lips again. She pressed into me hard, holding me against the island, her mouth clamped on my cock.

I pulled her up and put my mouth on hers, licking my own precum from her lips. Her pants were off in a heartbeat, and she was up on the island with both legs spread. I buried my head into her. The scents of flesh and baby oil took over me as I ran my tongue vertically on her clit. Abby wasn’t shy about letting me know how it felt. “Nngh…Fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good.” She gasped.

I slipped a finger into her dripping wet pussy and curled it upwards. “Oh!” She shrieked. I pulled it out and pushed it back into her.

“Oh fuck, keep doing that, keep going!” She begged. Abby squirmed as I finger fucked her and licked her clit. Her thighs closed in on me and pressed against my head. I felt more precum leak out of me. I was thinking about how hard I would fuck her after she came on me. I wanted to hold her by the hair and shove my cock into her as far as it would go. Then I was going to cum all over her.

Her hips buckled, and she let out a long guttural moan. Her cum flowed onto my tongue. She got louder when I reached up and squeezed a nipple. Her legs clenched upward, and I kept licking until they relaxed.

I helped her down and spun her around. She was bent at the hips leaving me to stare at her back and ass. I slapped it. She let out a gasp and turned her head to give me a devious grin. I put both hands on her hips and brought her close to me. I went in effortlessly. Her wetness took over everything I felt. I pushed into her hard and spanked her again. Her breaths and moans were all I could hear. I fucked her harder, and we lost our balance some. I looked around and saw a couch in the other room. “Let’s go there, now.” I demanded.

I bent her over the side and went back into her. In between heavy breaths one of her hands reached back to touch my leg. I started fucking her hard again. Her heavy breaths became moans. I kept going, fucking her with more force now. Her moans became rhythmic as I shoved my cock deep into her on every thrust. I leaned over and curled my fingers on the back of her head to grab her hair. I pulled her head back and shoved myself into her with everything I had.

Her moans became screams. “Oh! Fuck! Don’t fucking stop! Don’t fucking stop! Ohh, god!! Ooooh!”

Abby screamed. I kept going until I had no energy left and pulled out to rest.

Abby pushed me onto the couch. She found a hair bow on the end table and pulled her hair back.

“Mmm, you know how to fuck me right,” she whispered.

Her hands rubbed my thighs and wrapped around my dick. “But I want something from you. You remember, right?” She whispered again. “I want your cum. I want your fucking cum on me. I want to taste it as it comes out of you.”

Her head went down and engulfed me. I felt a hand cup me and her other hand held my dick as her mouth went up and down. I lost control of my voice and begged her to keep going.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop. Take my cum. Fucking take it. Please don't fucking stop until I cum. Please!” I begged.

She kept sucking me until I felt my legs clench up and passed the point of no return.

“I’m cumming!” I warned her.

She pulled off and jacked me off hard. She moved her face close to my dick and soaked up the first explosion of cum from me, covering her nose and cheek. Her head fell onto me again, and two more burst into her mouth. She gulped, and slowly pulled her head up.

“Good god…” was all I could manage after she sat up and wiped the cum from her face into her mouth. I sat there unable to move.

“Come upstairs,” Abby said softly and pulled my hand. She guided me to a hallway bathroom and told me to just come sleep on the couch in her room since downstairs can get loud in the morning.

I cleaned up, relieved my bladder, and walked into her room. The couch had a blanket and pillow on it. I fell onto it and was asleep within seconds.

***

I stirred awake, and it took a few moments to realize I wasn’t dreaming. Still dark out…what time is it? I tried to shift and my arm hit something. No…someone. My mind jolted awake, and I heard a voice. “Dr. Hand…”

Part 1

Part 2

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The room was small - 6x6 at most. Suspension cuffs hung down from the ceiling on a chain in the middle of the room. A small plastic chair sat in the corner. Mirrors covered each wall. There was a dimmer light switch on the wall.

"Get in, and stand under the chains," she instructed.

"You can't be serious..."

She pushed me into the room and shut the door behind us. I was still trying to take it all in, growing more nervous by the second. Am I really about to be cuffed to the ceiling by a student?

"Stand underneath them and hold your arms out," she ordered.

I did as she said, albeit nervously. She put the cuffs on my hands, and pulled the chain to send my arms straight up in the air. My feet were still flat on the ground, but my hands were held up above my head by the cuffs. She yanked on my arms to test them. When they passed, she took a deep breath before walking all around me and saying, "Good...that's good."

She stopped in front of me, and ran a finger down my chest. "Alright, I guess we're doing this the hard way. You couldn't just cum in me when you had the chance huh?"

I shot her a fuming look. l

"No other professors have ever made it to this room before. This is just for my...lovers. And now you. What do you think happens in here?"

I shrugged, "Looks like a lot of nothing happens in here."

She smiled and laughed softly. "This is the last stop."

Her hand wrapped around my dick, and she kept talking.

"This is where you'll be until the end. Until you give me an A or I let you cum," she explained. "But look at the situation dear. Do you really think I'm going to let you finish? And do you really think you'll last until morning? For all you know, it's only 12:30am."

*Fuck...*I knew it wasn't 12:30, but I didn't know what time it was.

She tugged on my dick slowly and continued, "Do you really think I'm letting you out of here without an A?"

Her tugs got faster and I instinctively groaned. "You've already begged me to cum. Do you really think you won't submit to me soon?"

Her free hand pulled my head back by my hair. "Do you really think I don't know that you would do anything to cum on my big fucking tits?"

She bit my neck and whispered close to my face, "You're mine right now. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you. You'll never see the light of fucking day again unless you agree to give me the grade I want. And by the end of it, you'll be in tears begging for me to let you cum."

She bit my neck again, and dropped to her knees.

"Oooh fuck!" I yelled as she took me in her mouth.

Her lips hit my pelvis and I was already feeling close to cumming. My legs clenched and she stopped completely. I looked down helplessly, and her eyes told me what to do. I can't. I have to hold it together!

She stood up and walked behind me. SMACK! She fucking spanked me, hard!

"Ow! What the fuck!" I yelled at her, twisting my body in the chains.

She grabbed my hair again and ordered me, "Beg or else this is all I will do."

She smacked my ass again. Fuck!

"What will it be? Pain or pleasure?" She asked.

SMACK! Fuck!

"Ah, fuck! Okay, okay...I'll do it. God damnit..."

She got back down on her knees and waited.

"Please suck my dick," I said softly.

Instantly my cock was engulfed by her. I could see her head bobbing on all the mirrors around me. Her tits swung as she went back and forth. Her hands ran along my thighs before cupping and fondling my balls. I couldn't believe how close I was to cumming already. My legs clenched and I had to warn her. She backed off immediately and stood up to shove my precum back down my throat with her tongue.

She waited a couple minutes while biting my chest and neck. She walked around me and SMACK! The pain made my hands tugged downward, but they wouldn't move an inch. SMACK! My cock was still throbbing hard and more precum had leaked out from it.

"Wow, you just won't get soft again, huh..." she commented.

She turned around and smirked at me through the mirror reflection. Her tits hung low. She slowly bent over. It must have taken her 10 seconds to bend over. Oh my god...is she going to..?

She started moving back slowly. I looked down and saw her ass come toward my swollen dick. My hands went crazy trying to pull on the chains. I wanted to spank her. I wanted to pull her onto me. Her pussy was only a few inches from me, and my dick throbbed in anticipation. I pushed my hips forward and touched her slit with my tip. She reached back to grab my dick, and pushed herself onto it. I yelled out a huge moan, bouncing off all the mirrors in the room. I felt my dick buried in her, and it took everything in me not to cum immediately. She started moving back out slowly. I growled the whole time. And then I begged.

"Oh fuck, please fuck me again. Please! Again! Please! Please fuck me again!" I said desperately.

She pushed herself back over my cock slowly. As soon as she passed the head, I had to yell, "I'm going to cum! I'm-Ahhh!"

She quickly pulled out and turned around. I pushed out a growly frustrated yell. My dick tingled. My body twisted below the cuffs, and I mumbled out curses to get me through the moment. A sad stream of precum ran down my shaft.

She ran a hand through my hair and said "Mmm, great job. You're getting so close. Maybe if you keep being good I'll let you cum."

Yeah fucking right.

After a few moments she bent down and encircled my head with her tongue. I tried with everything I had to pull the chains down and shove her head all the way down, but my hands could barely move. She slowly took the rest of me in her mouth again, and all the moans that came out of me were growls. I wanted to explode in her mouth. I wanted her to deepthroat me while I filled her mouth with cum. I wanted it bad. But...I knew I couldn't cum. My moans became nonsensical profane yells - "Fucking god fucking damnit! Ahh fucking fuck, shit! God-Fuck!" Until...she pulled her mouth off. I knew I was desperate then. I pushed my hips forward to try and put my dick back in her mouth. She simply moved her face out of the way with a straight face. My yells became pleas for her to do it again, not to stop, and to just finish me off!

She stood up chuckling to herself, and put her hand on my face.

"It's time for a break again now." she informed me. "You will stay here, chained. Think about what's going to happen when we start again. Think about how long you want to do this. You know what you need to do. I'll see you in a few minutes."

I felt ridiculous after she shut the door. I saw different angles of myself in the mirrors. Here I was, chained up, naked, in a basement, at the mercy of one of my least favorite students. Why did I get myself into this? I could have just failed her. I didn't need to agree to this. It was hard to be honest with myself, but I didn't think I could make it to sunrise without conceding. A couple hours had probably passed, but there were still hours to go. I was probably going to have to give her an A. Fuck. I thought I was being some kind of noble teacher going to extremes to make sure my student learned. But in actuality I was just being played. She knew that I wouldn't make it. No one has ever made it. I couldn't believe how easily my desire to orgasm took over the logical part of my brain. If I could maintain logical thought, then I knew I could make it, but that was futile. At this point, all she had to do was touch me and all I could think about is cumming. I'm fucked.

I was starting to lose feeling in my hands when she came back in. She was still wearing only black thigh high fishnets that matched her black hair. I could see her curvy figure through the different mirrors. Her tits hung high at her chest and jiggled with every movement she made. Her fishnets made her legs look long, leading up to her perfect ass. I got so caught up in admiring her body that I didn't notice she brought lube with her.

She pulled the cuffs down to where I had a lot of flexibility. My hands became all tingly as the blood rushed back to them. I held them in front of my chest and moved my fingers around to get used to feeling them again.

She stood straight up in front of me and watched me as I regained the feeling. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest. That's when she said it to me.

"Touch them. Go ahead. You've earned it."

I hesitated cautiously.

She nodded once and continued, "Seriously, go ahead. I'm impressed. You can touch them, squeeze them, do whatever you want with them."

I still hesitated. I knew that if I touched them, then I was going to get hard again immediately. I tried to hold out to keep my logical side active as long as I could. She walked around me and pulled my head back by my hair again.

"You want them right?" she snapped.

"Yes," I whispered while exhaling sharply.

"Then take them. Take my big fucking tits in your hands. Touch them, feel them, squeeze them, run your finger over my nipple. Do it. Or else you're breaking the rules and this is over," she ordered.

When she stood in front of me again, I reached out slowly. I wanted them, I did, but I scared of how good they would feel. My breathing was heavy as my fingers got closer and closer to her. My eyes saw her chest rise and fall with her own heavy breathing. I hesitated at the last moment before touching them, taking in one last breath.

And then...contact. Pillowly softness. My fingers curled into each one trying to grab as much as I could, but she still spilled out of the sides of my hands and between my fingers. She took a step closer when I leaned my head down, mouth open. I shoved my mouth over one and tasted flesh. I ran my tongue over her nipple, and then moved up to her areola. I sucked hard and ran my tongue down over her nipple. Even my tongue could feel how soft and smooth she was.

I pushed my face down and rubbed it over her tits a couple times, feeling her cool soft skin all over my face. I pushed both of them together and shoved my face between them. Her skin covered my eyes and temples completely. When I inhaled, I took in only her scent. She covered me, and for a few moments I abandoned trying to last all night without cumming. I sucked hard and the taste of her filled my mouth. My hands held as much of her as they could, my face was surrounded by her thick tits, and my eyes only saw black when I opened them. This is worth giving free As for.

I was lost in ecstasy when suddenly she rubbed lube over my cock. The initial cold was shocking, but she immediately started gliding her hand over me. I grunted reflexively but kept my face pressed into her huge chest. She started slow at first, eliciting lots of moans out of me while I sucked on her breasts. I didn't need to beg for her to go faster this time - after just a few minutes she started stroking me fast. The feeling interrupted me every few seconds and I had to stop to "moan it out."

But then she ordered me to not stop. "Keep your face in them. Keep sucking on them. Worship, and don't stop."

I pushed my face into them again, trying hard to focus on her tits and not on how amazing her hand felt gliding over my cock. I ran my tongue up one of her nipples, and when I passed it I sucked hard on her flesh. I bit down when I let her out of my mouth. Something surprised me then - she twitched when she felt my teeth, and she followed it up with a quick grunt. I moved to her other breast and did the same thing - sucked in hard and bit down. She exhaled with a quick moan, so I repeated this a few times. I could tell she liked it, but she never let out a "real" moan. Until she did. I tried pinching her other nipple hard while biting down on her other breast - bingo.

"Oh, Fuck!" she yelled quickly. Her body twitched and I felt her hand stop moving on me. Before she could respond, I repeated it, biting down on another spot on her breast. She screamed again, and this time her breathing got heavy afterwards. I paused, waiting for her to take the lead.

"Do not fucking stop." she said in a low tone. "If you stop I'll torture you down here as long as I fucking feel like it."

I got even rougher with her when she said that. I bit harder, squeezed her nipples harder, and tried to find every inch of breast I could fit into my mouth and hand. I listened closely for signs that she liked it. Nearly every exhale from her had a moan with it. I felt her body twitch and her hips buckle a few times when my teeth made contact with her. She took her hand off of me and I could feel her arm moving her fingers and hand slowly. Her moans were getting loud in the tiny room we were in, and she started commanding me.

"Don't fucking stop. Remember the rules. Do what I fucking say, and do not fucking stop. If you stop I'll never let you out of here." she said between moans.

I had no complaints - it's not everyday that you get to worship giant tits. I kept sucking, biting, and pinching all over her big tits. The taste of her flesh started to mix with the taste of my own saliva. I could see some spots where I had already left hickeys on her tits.

"Oh! Oooh!" she screamed.

Her arm was moving more frantically now. She threatened me again with endless torture if I stopped. Her head leaned forward and rested on my shoulder while I was working on her breasts. She bit into my shoulder, and her breaths became short and fast. I kept going to town on her tits, and eventually I felt her whole body buckle. I heard a long gutteral moan at my shoulder. Her arm slowed to a crawl. I sucked her in again and bit down hard. She screamed as her body shook. I kept her in my mouth until she was still again and slowly released her while barely letting my teeth through.

We locked eyes before she said, "Mmm...good job."

I smirked at her before looking down at her chest. Her tits had red and purple spots all over them. I felt proud thinking that she'll walk around for days with those marks on her, underneath her bra where no one can see. She pulled up on the chains again, and my hands went flying above my head again.

She got down on her knees and said, "It's not often that someone helps me cum down here."

That sentiment made me even more proud.

"Especially not any of the professors I bring down here," she continued. "and especially not someone that's chained. Mmm, I bet you're ready to cum aren't you, Dr. Hand?"

I took a deep breath, anxious yet excited for her to touch me again. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft and slowly tugged back and forth. Immediately I squirmed and held back a whimper. She grabbed me tighter but her hand still moved slow from the very tip of my cock all the way back down. A few curses came out of me, and instinctively I wanted to get my hands free. The sound of chains moving filled the room as I pulled on them desperately. She scooted closer to me and pulled her tits up. l

"Mmm, look at what you did to my tits. God damn..." she said.

Her nipple ran along the back of my dick. She scooted again, and I watched my cock disappear in her tits. I couldn't look away as she rocked her tits back and forth together. I was already getting close to cumming, and I couldn't help but envision cumming all over tits, covering her in cum, and watching her lick it off her tits. I started moaning with each breath, and she stopped in response.

Her hand tightened around me again and she stroked me fast. "Wow you're already close huh? How long have we been at this? At least a couple hours now? I bet you're ready to cum. I bet you want to cum all over me. Can you picture that? Cumming all over me?" she teased. I already have.

She kept stroking me fast, and then bobbed her mouth over my cock. "Fuck!" I yelled, and she pulled her mouth off only after a few strokes. I was close to the edge now. I could feel it, and I warned her.

"You're close? How close?" she teased again while taking her hand off my cock.

I let out a groan that begged her to keep going.

"Oh, did you not want me to stop? Do you want me to keep going?" she said as she brought her mouth over my cock just one time.

I moaned loudly, and told her, "Yes!"

She smiled and paused for a few seconds before saying, "Are you sure? You want me to keep doing this?"

She ran her tongue over the back of my dick, but stopped after once.

"Oooh, fuck, yes, yes yes yes, please do that!" I begged pitifully.

"Mmm, sounds like you like this a lot," she teased again. She waited a few seconds for me to be still, and she took me fully in her mouth, her lips touching my pelvis. She stopped again after just one time.

Oh my fucking god! Every time she touched me I nearly reached the point of no return. I only needed a few more strokes and I could cum, but she denied me every time. My whole body twisted above her when she pulled off. I tried hard to calm down, to remember that I needed to hold it in. But every time I started to calm down she touched me. Her hands would jack me off slowly, her thumb tracing my frenulum on the way down. Her mouth would wrap around my cock, feeling her tongue ring and lips slowly march down my shaft. She would push her tits together and swallow my cock in them. I only had mere seconds to recover after each one. And each time she touched me I wanted to cum more and more. Her dirty talk moved from sweet teases back to demanding commands.

"Tell me what you're feeling, now!" she snapped at me.

"Oh god...I-I'm feeling-fuck! I-I feel like I want to-!" I barely mustered out when she stopped one time.

"Don't stop talking. If you stop talking then it's over and I get an A." she reminded me, right before engulfing my dick in her mouth.

"I-I..." I started as she came up and let me rest. "I want to cum. Please. I want to be done. I want to-fuck!" I yelled as she stroked me a couple times.

"Where do you want to cum? Tell me. Tell me!" she yelled when she stopped stroking me.

"I-I..want to cum...on your tits. And in your mouth." I whispered. She took me in her mouth again. "Ooh, fuckkk...I want..." I whimpered. She pulled off after only a few moments and kept talking to me.

I don't know how long this went on for. I was ripped out of ecstasy when I was about to cum over and over and over and over. She ordered me to talk to her, to tell her what I wanted. I tried to hold it together, but eventually I was genuinely begging to cum. Giving her an A wasn't even in my mind anymore - I just wanted to cum. I begged her repeatedly, but she never let me. I rode the edge for what felt like an eternity. Sometimes when she pulled off she asked me if I wanted to cum. Other times she asked me how or where I wanted to cum.

"On my tits? Mmm, that sounds good to me. And in my mouth? You can only cum once. Which one? Picture it. Picture cumming on me. Tell me, which one?" she asked.

I couldn't respond this time. I tried to speak, but something close to gibberish came out. "I want, uh, uhh, Iwan, uhh, cum, onuhh, uhh, thI..."

My dick throbbed. I felt precum leak down my shaft. My breaths were rapid and I was losing feeling in my hands again.

She stood up and let the chains down. My hands fell to my sides and my chest heaved as I gasped for air. She pulled my head back by my hair, and spoke in my ear.

"You know how to make this end, Dr. Hand. You know how to let yourself cum. Give me an A. Give me an A in the class, and you can cum. You can cum anywhere you want. I'll rub it over my tits or swallow every drop. Just say the word, Dr. Hand. Give me an A."

She waited a few moments, and then, "...So?"

I took a few breaths to collect myself. I want it. It's all I want right now. But...I can't do it. I can't give in.

"No."

I could hear her smile in her words when she said, "So be it."

She let go of me and pulled the chair nearby. It was time for another break, she explained. She told me to take a seat and wait. I obeyed. She reminded me that if I jack off then I have to give her an A, and she left the room.

So there I was again, naked and alone with my own thoughts. I sat there trying to catch my breath and regain some sanity. I was too exhausted to look around, but I imagine that I looked like an idiot in all the mirrors around me.

I'm screwed. It took everything in me to say no just now. There's no way I can make it to sunrise. What time even is it?

I summoned some energy to look around for a clock, but there wasn't one.

How does she even follow that up? What is she planning next?

I started to soften up a bit and was feeling pretty level headed.

Well if I made it through that then I can probably make it through anything. Yeah...I actually think I'm going to make it. I got this!

Finally I heard footsteps and the door opened. When she came back in, I felt both dread and excitement simultaneously. I can do this, I know I can do this.

The fleshlight was in her hand. Lube was in her other hand. Her fishnets were still on. And her tits were still huge.

We said nothing to each other when she came in. She pulled the suspension cuffs back up and I silenty assumed my position.

She poured lube onto her hands and looked at me like she was going to prove a point. She grabbed my cock and started lubing it back up. I hadn't even realized that I got hard again just from watching her come back in the room.

I broke the silence with "So, what now?"

She still said nothing. I exhaled strongly a few times from her strokes, wondering what she was thinking. Her eyes were still locked with mine, and she grabbed hold of my balls forcing me to groan out a "Fuck!" I couldn't believe how fast I reached the point of orgasm. I was feeling it within a minute or two.

"Ooh, fuck fuck fuck, I'm about to cum, I'm going to cum if you don't stop..." I warned.

She let go and in a blur she grabbed my hair and spoke.

"What now?" she said, mocking me. "What now is that I'm going to fucking torture you again until you give in. I'm going to keep you on the edge for hours. This time there's no break. Not anymore."

She released me and pushed the fleshlight over me. "Oh fuck!" I moaned. It was warm inside, and my dick was soaked with lube. I kept moaning as she moved the toy down my shaft, and as she pulled it back up I had to warn her again. "I'm about to cum again, fuck!" I gasped.

She pulled the toy off completely, and got close enough to me that her tits were pressing against my body. I took a few deep breaths and she pushed the toy just over the tip of my cock again.

"Ooh, fuck, fuck that feels good..." I said desperately. "Come on, just finish it. Just finish me off, please..."

She moved the toy over the tip of my dick a few times and pulled it off. I begged her again, and her only response was to lick her lips. She grabbed my balls again tightly while I tried to collect myself. But I could get a few breaths in before I felt the warm wet pressure surround my cock again.

"Oh, fuck! God, fucking...oh my god..." I moaned, my vocabularly clearly became reduced to just a handful of words. She thrusted it down my shaft once...I moaned, then twice...I begged, then three times...I yelled, and it was off of me again.

"Fuck you! What the fuck! This is-" I snapped, but was cut off by my dick being stroked by her hand furiously while fondling my balls. "-aaah, fuck..." was what my words morphed into.

"Are you ready Dr. Hand?" she asked. "You know how to end this. Give me an A. Say that you'll give me an A and this can be over. You can cum all over me."

I pressed my lips together to keep quiet. No! I can't do that! I'm better than that. I'm not giving in!

She was still stroking me fast. I tried to speak what was in my head, but all that came out was "...No!" She let go of me then. My body squirmed and I tested the chains harder than ever before.

"Okay then, if that's what you want to do. I can keep this up all night." she said nonchalantly. "But let's take it up a notch."

She turned around and bent over. I wanted to smack her ass, but was quickly reminded that I was restrained. I felt my cock twitch in anticipation. I could see her big tits dangling down in the mirrors. Oh god, here it comes...

"Be still..." she said as she backed up into me. The tip of my cock touched her lips, and my hips buckled immediately. She was soaking wet. She found my cock again and slowly forced herself over my dick. As soon as I started to feel my dick going in, I let out a flurry of moans.

"Ooooh, fuckkkk!", "Oh my god, oh fuck!", and other typical phrases came out of me. Instinctively I thrusted my hips forward and buried my cock in her. The warm wetness of her made me quiver and I lost focus on anything else. She pulled my dick out of her, and I lost it.

"What the fuck!! NO! I need it! Oh fuck I need it. PLEASE. Oh I just-no! Just fucking fuck me until I cum!" I screamed.

She was still bent over, but I could hear her chuckle in response. I imagined bringing her down to the floor onto her stomach, spanking her as hard as I could, mounting her and shoving my dick into her over and over until I came in her. If I wasn't in fucking chains...

"You know what you have to do to cum, Dr. Hand. I need an A." she said provocatively.

Then she backed up again, and I was in her. My mind went blank and I could only feel the pure pleasure of being inside her again. I shoved my cock forward, and my hips twitched when I was fully in. She pulled forward and then slammed back into me hard. I heard her gasp. I tried to thrust again, but she pulled off.

"No...no..please, fuck! Please just fuck me." I begged.

She did keep fucking me, but only one or two thrusts at a time. Each time my body writhed in the chains. I begged her desperately to let me cum. I yelled for it. I screamed for it. But she wouldn't do it. She told me to give her an A and she'd let me cum. She repeated it every time, reminding me that I was in control of my own orgasm. All I had to do was give her an A and I could cum.

She covered my dick with her pussy again. I probably sounded like an animal at that point - loud and reckless. This time she pushed herself completely over my dick and stopped to reach back and grab my balls. I tried to move my hips but she followed me backwards to fondle me while I was buried in her. I stopped moving and accepted it. The stimulation was overwhelming, and my begs got quiet.

"Oooh, don't stop. Please. That's good. Oh fuck, please don't stop." I whimpered. I was nearly at the point of tears.

But she did stop. She went forward quickly and let me to feel nothing but cold air. This time I couldn't even bring myself to beg before she reminded me.

"Did that feel good? I can keep going. I can make you cum. I'll fuck you until you cum, Dr. Hand, but I need an A first. I'll bury your fucking dick in me and let you shoot all of your cum into me. Just say the word, Dr. Hand."

And she grabbed my dick to angle it into her, once again. I was instantly lost in pleasure, once again. She stopped at my tip to listen to my moan, then pushed herself further down my shaft. Curses and soft whimpers came out of me. I was losing. Badly. I had next to no fight left in me. I never knew I could feel this way, but I was desperate to cum. I needed it. I yanked my hands but they didn't move, yep, still chained up. Within seconds she was off of me again. God damnit. I...I...I lose.

"What's wrong Dr. Hand? You're getting so quiet-" she started.

"Okay." I whispered.

She hesitated, then asked, "Okay?"

"I'll give you an A. You can have a fucking A." I conceded.

She started bending back up until I continued, "With some conditions."

She bent back down, moving her pussy close to my dick again and inquired, "Conditions? What conditions?" while tapping her lips on the tip of my dick. I grunted and pushed forward, trying to fuck her again, but she moved just far enough away each time.

"I want to cum in you. And I want you on top of me. I want you to fuck me until I cum. And when I cum, I want you to smother me with your tits again. And I don't want to be tied up when this happens. That's all."

She tapped my dick and let me enter her again. I quickly shoved my dick into her hard, and moaned loudly. She only gave me one thrust before pulling out and saying, "Deal."

She stood up, let my hands down, and walked out of the room. She came back in with the laptop. The site that I logged into earlier was still loaded.

"Do it now. Assign the A, and we'll finish." she said.

I navigated to the Final Grades page. I clicked the class she was in, and scrolled down to find her name. I took a deep breath...clicked the dropdown menu and selected "A". I took another breath...scrolled to the bottom of the page...and clicked "Submit." I am a terrible fucking professor.

She smirked and sat the laptop down in the corner. She walked back and instead of pulling my hair, she ran her hands through it softly. "Alright Dr. Hand, let's go." she said before undoing the cuffs.

We walked back into the other room in silence. I sat on the bed brooding.

"What's the matter? Feeling guilty?" she asked.

I responded with simply a deep sigh. She raised her eyebrows at me and kept staring.

"Just fuck me." I said exhausted. I wanted this to be over now.

"Yes sir." she chuckled, and walked over to me.

She sat on her knees in front of me and stared me in the eyes. "I'll fuck you, Dr. Hand. Because you gave me an A in your class."

I broke the eye contact and tried to focus on her hand crawling up my thigh.

"And I didn't do anything in the class. I didn't turn in a single assignment, I didn't take a single exam, nothing." she kept going.

I felt her fingers stroke me slowly while she talked. "Isn't that right Dr. Hand?" she asked right before licking me from base to tip. I couldn't help but moan in response.

"You thought you could outlast me, but I broke you." she said between licks.

I was rock hard by the time I was in her mouth, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. She looked at me with an open smiling mouth when I said, "Fuck me. Now."

She pushed me further onto the bed and straddled me. Her tits were in my face right away, and then in my mouth. I reached my hands around to grab her ass while keeping my mouth over her nipple. Clearly she was into pleasure pain, so I smacked her ass hard. She gasped, and followed with "Mmm! Go ahead, do it again." I smacked her ass again, harder this time, which was followed by a loud "Oh!" from her. I sucked on her breast hard, letting some teeth through, and smacked her ass a third time.

I paused when her hands found me between her legs. I felt her body moving down. Here we go. She angled me towards her, and soon I was moaning loudly. I let my body relax and focused on how tight and wet she was. She started grinding on me with her body bent down. Her tits pressed on my chest and her hair tickled my face. I started moving my hips in sync with hers. The only sounds were our grunts and moans while we used each other. My hands took handfuls of her soft tits and pushed them together hard. I shoved the parts I couldn't grab into my mouth. I don't think I could ever get tired of her fleshy big tits taste. Suddenly her hands pressing on my shoulders and we started going faster. The sight of her big tits bouncing around wildly was too much for me. I told her I was getting close.

She smiled and gave me one last order.

"Do it! Cum! Cum in me!" she yelled. "Cum in me and I'll smother you with my tits!"

That was too much for me. Instantly I felt myself reach the end. This is what the entire night had been building up to. The whole night flashed back to me then...walking through the front door, the moment I first laid on her bed, being tied up and teased with toys, the endless denial torture she put me through. And now, the end. This was destined to be the result the moment I walked into the house. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted to cum all night. I was desperate for it. I begged for it. I gave a student a free A for it. And then...

I came. It started with my hips going still and a long moan came out of me. She came down on me quickly and shoved her tits in my face. My whole face was buried in them. I felt cum rocket out of me and fill her up. I...sobbed. More cum shot out of me and my body went limp. I made gutteral sounds from underneath her tits as I entered a state of moaning and climaxing that felt never-ending. Even when cum wasn't actively shooting out of me, I still couldn't move. All the while her tits pushed against my face. Every time I tried to inhale I barely got any air - all that I could feel, smell, and taste was her big tits burying my face. She kept pushing back and forth on my dick while I could barely think or breath. I genuinely thought I was going to pass out, so I closed my eyes tightly and growled a couple times to stay focused in the moment. Eventually the noises coming from me became soft and higher pitched than my normal voice. Her tits still controled everything I could see and feel as I started to whimper out of the orgasm. She started to pull back but I quickly wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her down. She got the message and pushed her tits together more - now I couldn't breathe at all. A few grunts came out of me while I was denied air. Soon my body started wiggling under her trying to break free, my hands grabbing every piece of her bare midsection that they could. She pushed her chest down even harder on me. I tried to inhale a few more times but still I could only take in her tits over my face. Eventually she could tell I was starting to panic, and she was kind enough to not actually smother me. I gasped for air, and as I was calming down I was looking at her unbelievably sexy body sitting above me.

"Fuck...I've never orgasmed like that before." I admitted through still-irregular breaths.

She smiled and said simply, "I get that a lot."

I laughed and started to get up. She went to clean up upstairs while I used the bathroom in the other room. Within minutes the high from my orgasm wore off and the gravity of the situation consumed me again. What have I done?

She came back downstairs and asked "Well? How do you feel?"

Dirty. Guilty. Shameful.

"Good." I said, trying to not let on how I truly felt.

"Maybe we can do it again some time. What other classes do you teach?" she joked.

"Do not sign up for another one of my fucking classes." I said sharply, completely ignoring her humorous tone. Admittedly, the sex was so good that I've never forgotten it and probably never will. But...I cannot do this again. I love my job too much.

The walk up her staircase felt like an eternity. I was still in shock over everything that happened. I can't believe I even agreed to this. I'm better than this. I finally reached her front door and walked out. But as soon as I took a step out, I stopped. I couldn't believe it. The sky was purple. The sun's rays were just becoming visible.

"OH WHAT THE F-"

Part 1

Part 3

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I pushed the door open and walked inside. Whoa. This room was a lot different than the one we had been in. There was one light hanging down with not much illumination. There was a table against the wall holding sex toys: a fleshlight mounted on a warmer, butt plugs, and dildos. A sex swing hung down from the ceiling. A full-sized bed with only a top sheet sat off-center in the room equipped with wrist and ankle restraints.

I must have paused to take it all in because she pushed me inside, forcefully telling me to "Go! Now."

"Wow, amazing sex dungeon." I said sarcastically.

She ignored me and closed the door. And then locked it. This room was where the music was coming from. A laptop and some speakers were on the table next to the toys, which I thought was weird. Does she work in here?

"Is this where you finish me off?" I scoffed.

The room did seem pretty hot, but at this point I was already flaccid again so she would have to restart.

"We'll see," she replied.

She walked over to the laptop and typed some stuff in. "Here, go ahead and sign into the system."

"What? Wait, really?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, login. When the time comes it'll be much easier to assign the grade and move on if you're already logged in."

"When the time comes!" I repeated, incredulously. But whatever, I walked over and logged in anyway.

"Alright, go lay down on the bed." she instructed.

"Which one? This one? This sad looking bed with the restraints?" I snickered. l

I was feeling a bit confident after outlasting her thus far. I knew most of the stuff in this room was off limits since I said no butt stuff before we started. My guess is she was going to tie me down and do essentially the same set of steps as before. I was still laughing to myself when she walked over and grabbed my balls - tightly.

I froze. What the fuck?!

She pulled me down to her face and said, "Yes, that bed over there. On your back. Go."

I obeyed.

"Hands."

I pushed my arms up and she wrapped a restraint around my wrist. She pulled it tight enough for my hand to barely come up off the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off her chest that was only inches away from my face. Then she grabbed my forearm with both hands pulled hard. The restraint passed her test. I watched her chest bounce as she walked all the way around the bed to get to the other side, and then boom - both my hands were strapped down.

I had been strapped down before, but only in a playful way. The restraints were always pretty loose, and it was always just a fun role-flip with a partner. I would pretend to be scared and we'd laugh our way through getting me off. This was different. I didn't really know her, I needed to hold my orgasm for hours, and there were stakes involved. If I fuck this up, then I am fucking up my job. But if I can outlast her... Weirdly, I felt myself getting hard again from anticipation.

She stopped at the foot of the bed, and turned to me. We made eye contact for a second, and then she grabbed my foot.

"Whoa! Wait, my feet too? What??" I sputtered out.

"Your feet too." she said flatly. "It's part of the amazing sex dungeon," she threw back at me, "and I don't like getting kicked."

I obliged and kept my feet limp while she put the straps over my ankles. She repeated the same stress tests to make sure I couldn't break out. I was now strapped down spread-eagle on this bed. My breathing quickened slightly thinking about how little control I had.

I know I can do it. I won't cum. I'm doing this for my job. I'm a professor and she is just some young college girl. I can do this.

Meanwhile, she was doing something up at the table. I caught some side-boob every time she turned slightly. I couldn't help but admire her legs and ass. I loved how her thigh high fishnets matched the color of her hair perfectly.

"I wasn't going to use this so soon, but since you were trying to be funny we'll go ahead and use this now." she said, before turning around with the fleshlight in her hand.

"Have you used one of these before?" she inquired.

"No, this is actually my first time seeing one in real life."

"This will be fun then," she teased as she got onto the foot of the bed and made her way up my spread legs.

She pushed it on me slowly. It was warm inside. And wet. It felt very close to the real thing, so instinctively I yanked my hands down to handle the intense feeling. Shit, they can't move. I closed my eyes and let the initial wave of feeling hit me. She pulled it up completely before pushing it back down on me. The feeling of my tip going in was nice, and again my wrists instinctively pulled on the restaints. Her other hand fondled me under my shaft. Then she settled into a slow rhythm with the toy.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

It was a little hard to focus on talking so I only let out a short agreeable moan. The next time she pulled it up, she didn't go back down. God damnit. My dick was cold and I was eager for her to keep going.

"How does that feel?" she repeated.

I took a deep breath and spoke up. "Good. It feels...good."

She pushed it back down onto me again and said, "...Good."

She continued to cup and fondle me with her other hand while gliding the toy over me. I moaned softly, and realized that I was getting really excited really fast. I tried to think about something else, but then she changed her rhythm. She pulled the fleshlight up completely. I waited...and she brought it back down at a snail's pace.

"Oh! Fuck!" I moaned out as it came back over me.

She moved it so slow that I didn't think it would ever get over my head, and I felt every millimeter of movement it made. I wanted to her to thrust it down over my dick like she was doing before. I wanted it to cover my cock. My desire to outlast her was thrown out the window when I yelled, "Oh my god, go faster!"

She did not go faster. She moved down my shaft even slower and told me, "Say please."

I took a deep breath. I am not fucking begging this girl. She reached the bottom of my shaft and was slowly working her way back up. My hips were twitching all along the slow crawl up.

"Say please and I'll go faster," she repeated.

I bit my lip to keep from moaning more. The flesh light was at the top again. I inhaled deeply, trying to hold it together, knowing I would have to go through it again. I made it this far without begging - I can't start now. But before I could exhale her mouth slipped over my cock and her tongue swirled around my head. My hips thrusted upward and I yelled out in pleasure. She took in more of my shaft, and quickly traveled the length of my cock several times. Her tongue ring pressed against the back of me the whole way. I was moaning loudly at this point and desperately trying to pull out of the restraints.

She pulled her head up and quickly put the flesh light back down onto me. But she didn't match the speed her mouth was going at just now. She went back to the slow crawl. No! I groaned louder than the music.

At this point my dick brain was overtaking my logical brain. I knew that I shouldn't press her to do what felt good. I knew that I had to hold it in so that she'd come back to class. But somehow I couldn't help myself. The edges and denials from earlier were coming back to haunt me. My mind only wanted one thing. I need her to go faster.

"...Please," I whispered. "...Please go faster."

All she said was, "What?"

Her pace did not change at all. She was barely over my head, and I squirmed trying to get her to go faster.

I said it again, this time at a normal volume. "Please go faster."

"No." She denied me, and I swear she went even slower.

I groaned again, and repeated it louder.

"Oh you mean like this?" she joked, as she quickly buried my cock into the toy and brought it back up. I yelped, and she went back to going slow.

"Yes! Yes, like that. Do it like that again." I cried. Fuck, I'm starting to crack now.

"Beg for it." she ordered.

Fuck, if I start begging, then I lose control.

I tried to keep my mouth shut and handle the slow speed. When she passed my head, she removed the flesh light and took me in her mouth again. My whole body clenched. I groaned when she came up, and she held the fleshlight at the top of my cock. I pushed my hips up trying to penetrate the toy myself.

"Beg."

I realized that I was going to have to swallow some pride. I was tied down, my cock was throbbing, and I was at her mercy. I was going to go crazy if she didn't speed up. Maybe she'll let me cum. Maybe she just wanted to fuck her teacher and now she's got it. Maybe if I beg well enough she'll be happy and let me cum and I can go home. In hindsight, it's funny how naive I was at that point.

So I begged. I begged her to keep going. I told her I wanted her to keep stroking me, to keep going fast.

"Please," I pleaded. "Please don't stop. Oh fuck, please don't stop."

I begged my student, my fucking awful student, my fucking awful big titty goth girl student over and over while she ran the toy over my shaft. The thought of giving her a passing grade raced through my mind in between my moans and begs. Until...I knew I was going to cum soon.

"Fuck! I'm about to cum. Please don't stop," I begged her, "Please let me cum, ooh, please just let me cum."

But she didn't. She ripped the flesh light off of me at the last moment.

"Fuck! God fucking damnit!" I yelled. I couldn't take it. My cock nearly hurt. I felt a small drip of cum leak out of me and travel down my shaft. This was when my first concession came...

"Okay, okay...I can give you a D for the class." I told her.

She raised one eyebrow at me and laughed pitifully at me.

"With a D you will pass the course. You won't have to retake it ever, and you can still graduate no problem. You don't have to come to class anymore, so you would be able to just move on," I explained. "Just...let me cum."

"But what about my precious 4.0?" she asked. "You seemed so intent on me keeping that 4.0."

"I'm not giving you a fucking A when you've done nothing." I snapped.

She slowly lowered the fleshlight back down onto me. I locked my jaws to not make a sound, but I failed. She moved it over me at a snail's pace until I screamed for her to go faster. When I was nearly at the point of no return again, she took it off.

I whimpered out pleas for her to keep going, but she was already off the bed. Oh my god...I am so fucked.

I watched her go to the table and put the fleshlight back. I wanted to rip her black fishnets off, slap her ass, then bend her over and shove my dick into her until my legs gave out on me. But...I was tied up. I couldn't do any of that. All that I could do was lie there and hope she would indulge me. What was next?

She came back to the bed with no new items. She climbed onto me, and without saying anything she shoved her big tits into my face. I couldn't breathe, just like earlier. But now I also couldn't move. My body squirmed in the restraints and my moans were muffled. I couldn't even open my mouth to suck on one of them. She came up long enough for me to gasp in some air, and then I couldn't breathe again. At least this time my mouth was open and sucked on her. But soon I started to panic and writhe. She lifted up again to let me breathe, and shoved her tits in my face again. I lost my sense of time during this so I can't recall how many times she did it. I loved and hated it.

She remained silent as she stepped down and made my cock disappear in her tits. She squeezed them and moved them together. Her mouth kissed my cock as it came up from her chest, and my dick was lost again as she pushed her tits over it. Everything was wet from before so she practically glided along. I lifted my head up to watch every movement she made with her massive tits pressed against me.

She started being more aggressive - coming down harder and squeezing them tighter.

"Fuck my tits," she commanded.

That was one motion I could do even in restraints. She held her tits tightly in place, and I pushed my hips up. Her tongue was waiting for me at the top. I tapped her tongue and let my hips fall back down. She kept her tongue out to tap my head each time that I thrusted upward.

After a while, when my cock came up from her chest, her head kept going down. She wrapped my dick in her mouth and instantly I pulled tight on all four restraints. A long gutteral moan escaped me while my body was clenched. Her mouth kept moving down. Past my head, down my shaft, and I felt her lips hit my pelvis. Moans escaped me.

I honed in on how I felt - I could not afford to cum without warning her. She started groping my whole dick now and held a finger right at my frenulum. My toes started to feel tingly. I had to be intentional with my breathing.

She swallowed my dick again, all the way back down to my pelvis, and came back up to resume jerking me. I shuddered with a weak moan, and she kept stroking me. I knew I was close to cumming. I could feel it. I wanted to explode all over her right now. I wanted to shoot my cum into her mouth, down her throat. She went down again, all the way down, and my legs clenched.

"Are you ready to cum?" she asked when she came back up.

"I-I'm close." I barely responded.

"Are you ready to give me an A?" she needled.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! "...No!"

"I'll let you cum in my mouth. Come on, just give me an A, and you can cum anywhere you want."

"Fuck!...Fuck! No! Fuck, I'm about to cum!" I screamed.

She let go of me. My dick twitched and my hips thrust in the air repeatedly.

"No!...Please...ah, god damnit..." I whimpered.

She ran a finger along the front of my cock and swirled the precum that leaked out in her mouth and teased, "Mmm, I wish I could taste more of this."

I was still twitching and groaning in want of a release. My breathing was desperate and I couldn't even look at her.

She leaned into my ear, one of her tits resting on my chest, and whispered, "You've got a long way to go. Just give in. Let me drain you. Let me suck every last drop of cum out of your cock. Or you can cum in me. You can suck my tits while I ride you. And when you cum I'll smother you with them."

At this point I was jerking and twisting and squirming beneath her. I wanted to cum. I didn't want to give her an A. I couldn't think straight, but I managed to shake my head.

"Alright, it's time for a break," she said, annoyed. "Here, I'll undo the restraints and you can sit up for a while."

She released me and stood by the door. "You can have 15 minutes. Catch your breath, stretch a little if you need to. I have a camera in here watching you so don't even think about jacking off. If you jack off then it's over and I'll send the video to your boss, got it?"

The door shut. I heard a lock turn. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. Deep breath in...and out...

I was still incredibly hard. I was scared I'd cum just from brushing up against something. Once I calmed down I did some stretches. My toes and fingers had gotten tingly on the bed - no doubt due to all my blood rushing somewhere else. I studied the room some more and tried to let my mind drift. I wondered how many other professors had been here before and how long they lasted. I got worried thinking about how little time had passed - an hour, maybe two? How in the world am I going to last the rest of the night? I can't imagine anyone making it all night. I killed some more time with stretches and sat on the side of the bed until the time was up.

I perked up when I heard footsteps. My heart was racing by the time the lock turned and she walked back in. Her clothes hadn't changed - she wore nothing but black fishnet stockings on pale skin with black hair, black fingernails, black earrings, and a little black makeup. She locked the door behind her again, and stared at me silently for what seemed like an eternity.

Surprisingly, she walked to me slowly and rested her hands on my shoulders. We were...kissing? She pushed me back onto the center of the bed and mounted me. She bit my neck and breathed into my ear passionately - I shuddered. Her hands found my flaccid member and in seconds I was erect again. I could feel her smiling against my lips.

"You can hold my hips again," she said sweetly.

Her curvy hips were covered by smooth warm skin, soft on my fingers. I kissed her shoulder gently. She smiled at me while she lowered herself. And then we both moaned happily.

She grinded against me at a slow speed to start. I was already breathing heavily. She was so wet and warm, and her body looked magnificent in my view. She leaned down to kiss my neck as she made love to me with a gentle rhythm. She bent down and whispered again, "Don't let go of me."

I exhaled and whispered back, "Okay...Ooh, okay...oh my god..."

She started going faster and kept whispering in my ear. "I've wanted you for so long. Since the first day of class..."

I replied in turn, "Me too. I saw you in the back of class and I wanted you."

She whispered, "I waited so long for this. For this, right here. I wanted you. I wanted to have you. I needed you. I needed to feel you."

I was in ecstacy. I could barely form words. And I felt myself getting close.

She started grinding even harder now, and her voice was louder than a whisper. "I wanted your cock. I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to shove your dick in me. I wanted-"

"I'm getting close." I warned her.

"Mmm, good. I've been waiting for it baby. I want it." she said. And then she followed up with,

"If you give me an A then you can cum in me."

I gasped desperately, "What?!"

"Give me an A. Say it. Say I can get an A in your class and you can cum in me right now." she spoke, determined.

"Fuck!...N-No!"

She stopped moving. I groaned reflexively, and tried to do the work under her. I was so close to cumming. I just needed a few more seconds.

"Don't fucking cum! Don't move! If you cum then this is over!" she screamed.

I was desperate to cum. I couldn't listen to her. I reached out to grab her tits, and she smacked my hand away.

"Don't fucking touch my tits. I said you can touch my hips - that's all. I'm going to get up now. Don't fucking cum when I get up or else it's over."

She stood up and got off of me. She cut the music off and the only sound in the room was me cursing her while squirming on the bed.

"Fuck you! Fuck! God damnit, just let me cum! I already said I would pass you!"

"I'm not interested in your shitty grades. Our deal was for an A." she snapped.

"Fuck it!" I yelled. I grabbed my dick and started jacking off.

"If you cum without me letting you then I get an A," she sighed.

I let my dick go. Precum stuck between my fingers. "Fuck..." I said sadly. Is there any way out of this?

"Get up. We're going somewhere else," she declared. Somewhere else? Where?

She grabbed a knob on the wall that I didn't even notice. It was the same color as the wall. She pulled open a door, right there in the middle of the room.

"Wow, what the fuck! Okay, that is a pretty cool sex dungeon trick," I admitted.

She chuckled, and angled her head into the doorway. "Come on, let's go," she said.

From what I could see, the room was dark. I stopped at the doorway and mumbled, "Oh my fucking..."

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Part 3

Part 1. (I forgot that in the title)

Disclaimer: My Reddit username is a pseudonym, not my real name.

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I was teaching one of my junior level classes. Students were working on a moderately challenging assignment while I walked around to help. I got to the last row and asked a student how it was going. She had earbuds in and didn’t even look up.

I bent down a little and spoke up, “Hey, how’s the assignment going?”

She looked up at me, paused, and asked, “What?” in an annoyed tone.

“How’s the assignment going?” I repeated.

“I haven’t started on it.”

This fucking shit again. She does this every fucking class. This student sat in the back of the class every day, and never even tried to work on the assignments. Her group basically disowned her because they were tired of her shit. It’s my job to care, so I went back there every class to try and help her despite her never putting forth any effort. And every time, it was the same interaction.

“How’s the assignment?...What are you doing instead?...Okay, well try to focus on this assignment while you're here with me to help…Uhh, okay so let's go through the first part…Alright well let me know if you have questions.”

I’d run through this every class twice a week, then come back to her a few times throughout class, and every time she was back to watching music videos and reading manga.

Because she never turned in any assignments, she was failing the class. Why did she even show up? What was the point? Did she have any intention of participating at all? She was clearly irritated by me constantly trying to push her to work in class. But what am I supposed to do - just let her fail? That would have been a lot easier, but that’s not how I approach my job.

One day I looked up her record...straight A’s. What?! Her GPA was 4.0 over three years in college. How?? Was it only my class that she didn’t do anything in? Why was she throwing away her perfect academic record?

I sent her an email one day trying to make her situation clear. She had zeroes for nearly all the assignments since I had to stop giving her credit for her group’s work. She was going to fail unless she made an effort to turn things around. I told her that I was willing to meet with her every week in office hours to go through the assignments that she hadn’t turned in and I would accept them with no late penalty. I thought this was very generous.

She never replied to the email. She never came to office hours. For two weeks, each office hours session I looked outside my door for her after each student to pull her in, but she never showed. She was in class twice a week though, without fail, and she acted exactly the same as always – absolutely no effort put forth and no willingness to engage with me about the assignments.

One day I was exasperated with her, and I asked/told her to come to my office after class. She rolled her eyes and agreed, “Sure, whatever.”

She was waiting outside my door when I got to my office after class. I tried to be welcoming by greeting her with “Hey! Come on in!” and a smile. She rolled her eyes and stepped in after me silently. I asked her to shut the door and take a seat. Honestly, I was surprised that she was polite enough to fulfill those requests.

“So...did you get my email a couple weeks ago? About your grade?”, I asked her calmly.

We were sitting across a desk from one another. She put down her bag and books on the desk, and was staring at me with a black shirt, black hair, thick black makeup, a black choker necklace, and black dagger earrings.

“Yeah.” She said flatly.

“Okay...so, how did that make you feel?”

She shrugged. "I wasn’t surprised."

“Um...okay...So, why don’t you participate in class or turn in any assignments?”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know...just don’t really feel like it.”

“You’re in class each week, so why even come to class if you’re not going to put forth any effort into the class?” I asked her with a sharper tone.

An annoyed sigh came out of her. “Because I’m a student?”

“I guess what I’m asking is why do you put forth the effort to come to class but not do any work? That doesn’t make sense to me. Simply coming to class doesn’t mean you pass the class. The point of coming to class is to ask questions, to interact with me, and to learn the material.” I stopped when I felt myself getting too frustrated.

She shifted her eyes a little, and just pressed her lips together.

"I looked up your school record and-”

“Wow, that’s intrusive,” she interrupted.

I laughed a little, and said, “I guess so. It’s information all professors have access to. Anyway, I noticed you have a 4.0 GPA.” I stopped to see what her response would be. Did she have an explanation ready?

“Yeah,” was all she said. No further explanation.

I squinted at her and followed up with, “So why are you throwing that away?”

“I don’t really care,” she said.

“Students with a 4.0 don’t not care.” I told her. What was her endgame here? Did she truly not care? Had she always been this way? I was genuinely wondering if she was starting to go through some weird rebellious phase now instead of back in high school.

“Well, I’m a student with a 4.0 GPA, and I don’t care” She snapped back at me. “Why do you care so much?” She asked me.

“Because I’m your professor. I want you to learn. I want you to continue doing great in school.”

She started laughing at me in an what-a-fucking-dweeb kind of way. I looked around the room waiting for her to stop laughing. Eventually she told me, “Sorry Dr. Hand, you’ve got the wrong girl in your class for that.”

“So...is this something new for you? Obviously, you’ve been putting in a lot of effort for the last couple of years to maintain a 4.0 GPA.”

I was feeling demoralized.

“No, I’ve always been like this.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Well, that doesn’t make any sense. How did you get these grades then?”

She shrugged and said, “I edge my teachers to give me A’s.”

“You what?”

“I edge them.” She repeated.

“You e-edge them? What?” I wasn’t sure what she was saying. Then it hit me.

I looked at my office door to confirm it was shut. I lowered my voice, “You edge them? Like...sexually?!”

She nodded, “Yeah. I edge them. They think I can’t break them, but I always do.”

“What?? Are-Are you fucking with me? That is really serious.” I snapped at her trying to keep my voice down.

She laughed again. “Yeah man, I just edge them for an A. Every semester either I approach them, or they approach me like you've done, and I bet them that I can make them agree to give me an A. And I always win the bet.”

“You can’t be serious...” I pleaded. Could this really be happening at my school?

“Yeah, I’m serious. I had a few girl professors and super old guy professors that I didn’t try it with. I just worked hard in their class-” You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. “-but for most of my professors I edged them so that they would give me A’s.”

I sat there speechless. Is this real?

“So…are you interested in that, Dr. Hand?” She spoke like a witch. She stood up and took some steps around the desk.

“Wait, stop. Don’t come over here.”

I knew my door was locked, but I was still scared someone would open it any second. She didn’t listen to my plea anyway. She was standing over me now. She put her hands on my chair arms and leaned down toward me. Her tits hung down nearly to her elbows.

“We can help each other, Dr. Hand.” She whispered. “I know I can make you feel good. I know I can make you beg. I’ll make you beg for me to let you cum…”

She put a hand on my leg and started moving up towards my crotch. Her whole body moved closer to me. I could feel my pulse throbbing through my temple.

"And by the time I'm done, you'll do anything to cum. You'll even give me an A..." she whispered.

Then she stepped back and started pulling her shirt up, revealing skin that was pale and smooth.

“Stop!” I whispered.

Fuck, someone is going to come in any moment, I know it! She kept going, her shirt almost at her chest now. I could see her bra.

“Okay!” I whispered again. “Okay…maybe we can work something out. Put your fucking shirt back on before you get me fired god damnit!” I said in my harshest, quietest voice possible.

She put her shirt down and walked back to the other side of the desk to sit down.

I took a deep breath before talking again.

“Fine. OK. So…what now?” I asked, trying to keep an open mind.

“You'll come to my place. And I’ll edge you until you agree to give me an A or until I run out of time.”

“That’s it? What's to stop me from just not giving you an A?” I interrogated.

“There are some basic ground rules. One of them is that I tape it and if anything goes awry, I’ll send the tape to your boss.”

Wow!

“And what's in it for me? What if I don’t beg for it? What if I don't want to give you an A?”

“Hmm, in that case I’ll come to office hours and work with you to finish all the work I've ignored.”

“Really? Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“And you'll delete the video.”

“Sure.”

“And you'll delete it regardless after grades are put in.”

“…Sure.”

I sat there thinking this over. I need this girl to try to pass. Right now, she's just going to fail. I've been around the block a few times – I think I can handle some college girl trying to edge me. And I had to admit - she was super hot. Maybe that's why I noticed her in class so much. I've always had a thing for alt girls, and her goth metalhead vibe did it for me. The black hair, black clothes, black accessories, and the IDGAF attitude attracted me in a way I can't really explain. I used to be more of a metalhead type when I was that age, so maybe it reminded me of that time.

And...she did have huge tits. I couldn't help but notice them every class (she did nothing to hide them). The thought of being up close to them was enticing. I thought about groping them, rubbing my face in them, and even fucking them. This was starting to look like a win-win to me. In the best-case scenario, this big titty goth girl fucks me silly and she ends up becoming a better student. In the worst-case scenario, this big titty goth girl fucks me silly to a degree that I’ve never experienced, and I never have to see her again. I certainly preferred the first option, but the other one doesn’t seem too bad either.

“Deal.” I agreed, perhaps against my better judgement.

“Deal. Here’s the address. Be there at midnight.”

***

From the outside, nothing about the house looked weird. It was a simple looking house in a middle class neighborhood. Did she live with her parents? I was *definitely not* trying to make small talk with Mr. and Mrs. Big Titty Goth Girl tonight. When I got to the front door, I could hear metal music playing inside. I didn't recognize the song, but it got me feeling nostalgic. She answered the door wearing her usual all-black. Her outfit was much simpler though - a simple black band t-shirt and black gym shorts that showed off her legs.

"Come in," she motioned. The house was not very tidy, and it definitely had the patterns of a group of students living together. She must have noticed me looking around.

"Geez, so intrusive again. No one else is here. All my roommates are working. Well, one stays at her boyfriend's house a lot, but the rest are gone. It's just you and me," She said playfully.

She led me downstairs to a basement room. The music got louder as we went down. The room itself wasn’t too odd, but it was weirdly small for a basement, almost like a bedroom. A full-sized bed was against the wall with some drawers next to it, and there was a computer nearby. There were two closed doors – was this a sectioned off basement? The lighting was entirely fluorescent.

“Alright so we’ll record the agreement verbally in case you try to fuck me over.” she said matter of factly.

She ran through the basics. She would perform various sexual acts on me and at any point I could say I will give her an A and she’ll stop the edging. Then she'll produce a laptop where I will submit an A for her final grade. Afterwards, she'll resume sexual acts until I climax. I said my name for the recording. Then she went on to the rules section. If, at any point, I agree to give her an A then it’s over – I must give her an A. If I do not give her one, then this recording and a video will be sent to my boss. I must do whatever she says outside of a few categories that I got to choose – I chose no anal stuff and no over-the-top pain shit. I like some biting, but I’m not fucking wearing nipple clamps or getting pegged.

“Wow you’re so boring, Dr. Hand. This will be easier than I imagined,” She deadpanned, shaking her head.

There were a few other rules we went through:

- If I orgasm without warning her beforehand, then I must give her an A. How early the warning should come is subject to her discretion.

- If she lets me orgasm, then we're done and no A is given.

- There’s a time limit of when the sun comes up.

“Wait, what?!” I shouted. “That’s way too long! Good god, that’s hours from now!”

“Well part of that will include some refractory time after each edge. It’s pretty intense so even though you won’t fully orgasm you’ll need time to recover.” She explained.

We finished all that and she asked if I had any last requests or any last things to talk about before we got started. I did not.

“Alright then. It starts now.” She said, “First, go shower in the bathroom over there.”

I scoffed at the notion I would show up somewhere knowing I’m going to have sex without being spiffy clean.

“You definitely seem cleaner than other people I bring in here, but I don’t care. Go fucking shower. You can come out with a towel if you feel weird, but otherwise leave your clothes in the bathroom.”

God, how many times has she done this?

I showered and came out with a towel on because, yeah, it did feel weird being in the basement of an unknown place with an unknown person completely naked.

She rolled her eyes at my towel, “Figures,” she said, “Alright…come over here,” she finger-summoned me towards her near the bed.

I walked over slowly. She took a deep breath and examined by upper body. Her hands felt my chest, shoulders, and biceps. I thought I almost saw a smile creep out of her. She kissed one of my shoulders and ran her hand down my midsection to my waist, just slightly under the towel. Her breasts were pressed against my ribs and dragged against me as she moved.

She bit my shoulder hard. I was so startled that I pulled back right away.

“Ah! That was…early in the process.” I tried to defend myself.

"Ha! Oh boy Dr. Hand, this is going to be fun."

Her music was still playing in the room. It was loud enough that we had to speak up a little when talking. I was digging it though. It was definitely modern metal, but I could tell it had its roots in the 00s metal scene that I was accustomed to.

She pushed up on her toes to kiss my neck. Her hands continued to explore my exposed skin. She stopped to reach down and run a hand under the towel from my shin up to my inner thigh. I was starting to feel more comfortable, at least enough to feel blood rushing down to my crotch.

“Alright Dr. Hand…lay down on the bed.” She told me in a soft tone. “And let’s take this off,” she added while removing my towel.

I laid down and she climbed on top of me. I wasn’t fully erect yet, but she fixed that pretty fast. She ran a finger from the tip of my head down the back, putting pressure on all the right spots. She cupped my balls and squeezed them slightly. I leaned my head back to relax – things were starting to feel good.

She was quiet while she studied me. Her hands ran over my thighs and balls while she examined my cock just inches from her face. Suddenly I felt my head in her mouth. *Whoa* - my hips buckled slightly, but she kept me in her mouth. Her tongue was taut, and she ran it over the back of my head. I exhaled strongly to prevent myself from moaning. When I looked down at her she flashed a black stud in her tongue at me and licked her lips. What did I get myself into?

“Mmm,” she said, “We’re off to a good start.”

“The first part always feels great. Don’t get cocky.” I replied.

She smirked, and her mouth went back down. This time she pushed down further, and I could feel her tongue ring run down my head and shaft. I had to hold back a moan. Could she tell? Her mouth was tight around me. She went at a perfect speed, and all I could feel was a perfect pressure and wetness. I realized I was squirming a bit, so I tried hard to lay still for a moment and focus on the music. She must have seen what I was doing because as soon as I relaxed she pulled her mouth off and started jacking me off. I moaned quieter than the music playing and looked down at her - she was waiting for me to look, staring at my face, pumping up and down with her black fingernails. I broke off the gaze. I felt like I lost a game of chicken. That would only be the first one of the night...

She slowed. I took a breath. And another breath. I felt her fingertips tap the back of my shaft and head while I focused on breathing smoothly. She had rubbed away a lot of the moisture down there, so she reached under the bed and pulled out some lube. I could tell it was nothing fancy - just simple water based flavorless lube. She poured out a tiny circle on her hands and rubbed it over my head. l-

Ahh, fuck...that feels amazing.

She started slowly circling her thumb on the back of my head while cupping me with her other hand. I let out some moans almost immediately. She kept going - clearly knowing she had all the control in the moment. I squirmed in her hands, trying to break free but also wanting it to never stop.

She cupped me tighter and I felt her mouth swallow the top of my cock. Oh my fucking god! Her tongue ring was like a finger running down my head and I wanted to shove my cock further into her throat. She took me out of her mouth and went back to jacking me off hard. Everything was wet and tingly. She still had me by the balls. She slowed her hands some, and eventually went back to circling the back of my head.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! The feeling was overwhelming. I could barely keep my eyes open.

My moans became a lot louder until finally I yelled "God, fucking fuck!"

She laughed and slowed down, releasing me from her grip. I took the next few seconds to regain my composure. Shit...Her: 1 Me: 0

"Well that was fun...but we're going to get more serious now." she teased.

She stood up, and started pushing her shorts off. Underneath she had on black lacey panties on. Her ass was not contained in them. I never noticed how curvy she was below the waist - it was hard to ever take your eyes off her chest. She slipped those off and got back onto the bed. I reached out to feel her exposed thigh, but she grabbed my wrist sharply.

She snapped at me, "Don't fucking touch me. Did I say you can touch me? No. I will touch you. Maybe you will get to touch me. We'll see how you do."

She grabbed my cock and buried it between her thighs. We both moaned loudly as it happened.

"Damn, you are pretty big." She admitted.

She moved up and down once, moaning again on the way back down.

"Fuck...mmm, yeah maybe you will get to touch me later on, if you stay this hard for me."

She put her hands flat on my chest while her hips moved. Our eyes locked again. This time it felt less like a contest and more like intimacy. A few moans and curses came out of her and she started grinding even harder.

She whipped her hair back - a blue of black following her motion. Her back was nearly straight up, and it seemed like she was...resting? Her breathing was heavy and her hands gently sat on my stomach.

I started moving my hips underneath her.

Her hips buckled, "*Oh!...*Fuck, ooh, yeah go ahead, take over..." she said to me and leaned down.

When her head was close to mine she whispered in my ear, "You can grab my hips." I grabbed hold, and she continued, "Now fuck me."

Immediately my pelvis smacked hers hard as my shaft plunged into her. She let out a laughing moan of pleasure, and I didn't pause at all. I held her hips tight and kept fucking her as hard as I could. She was not quiet. She pushed out growly moans over and over, telling me to keep going, screaming at me to keep fucking her.

Fuck, I'm getting close. My "giver" tendencies can make me easily reach the edge when my partner is enjoying whatever I'm doing so dirty talk really does it for me, and she had no shame about it.

"Don't fucking stop!" she demanded. "If you stop then this is over, you lose. Mmm! Fuck, don't stop, keep going, keep fucking me like that!"

If I don't stop, then I'm going to cum.

I could feel her tits pressed against my chest. I hadn't even seen them yet - she still had a fucking shirt on. Is this really about to be over? Come on, don't cum, don't cum!

I thought if I could just hold out a bit longer, then she would give in and take a break. I focused on looking around the room. It was working! I was calming do-

"Stick your fucking dick in me, just like that!"

Shit, I could not stay focused when she was this loud. I tried to listen to the music and figure out the beat of the song.

"Oooh, fuck, I've never been fucked like this before!" she screamed.

"Do you want to cum in me? Are you ready to cum?"

What the fuck, I definitely couldn't hold it after that.

"Yes!" I quickly answered. "Yes!"

"You can cum in me."

Relief washed over me. Oh my god, yes. I was nearly at the point of no return. All I could think about was how much I wanted to orgasm - nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes, kept thrusting, ready for the sweet release.

And then - nothing. Cold air. No pressure at all. No! No! She had ripped herself off at the last moment.

"Fuck! God fucking damnit! What the fuck!" I yelled.

She cackled on her knees at the foot of the bed. I cursed at her a few more times before calming down, ending with a "That's fucked up."

She commended me on what just happened, saying it was good for her too, but she wasn't done with me, not yet.

I reminded her of the rule saying we were done if she said I can cum.

She replied with a smirk, "Actually, the rule is 'lets you cum'. I am not letting you cum yet."

"A technicality huh? Really? I didn't think you would be so pedantic." I quipped, trying to get a rise out of her.

"That's just part of the game."

She crawled back over me on the bed. I could feel her thighs rub against mine. Her tits grazed my chest as she moved toward me.

"You wanted to cum didn't you?" She whispered, and ran the tip of her tongue over my ear.

My chest heaved and my cock swelled again. She kept going while running a hand up my neck, "Tell me. You wanted to cum didn't you?"

I nodded.

"You wanted to cum in me, didn't you?"

I took a deep breath, trying to stay quiet.

"Say it."

"Yeah, I did." I replied, softly.

"Tsk tsk," she started, "do we have to go over the rules again?"

She grabbed my hair against my head, yanked back a little, and reminded me, "You have to do what I say. Remember? If you don't, then this is over. Now...tell me again what you wanted."

"I...wanted to cum. I wanted...to cum in you." I said in a low tone.

She moaned in my ear, and my dick was throbbing below her.

"I...wanted to keep fucking you."

She kept breathing and licking around my ear.

I squirmed underneath her and repeated, "I wanted to cum. I wanted to cum in you," over and over until she let me stop.

"Mmm, that's enough." She said, and got up off the bed smiling at me.

She started reaching for her shirt, and pulled it over her head. I couldn't look away. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of a black mesh-like bra. I watched them jiggle with every step as she walked to the bed again. My hand instinctively reached up as she got on top of me again.

"Not uh-", she warned and grabbed my hand. "You don't make those decisions yet," she reminded me.

She pushed her chest close to my face. Her tits hung down and I could almost see her nipples. I pushed my face up so that her pale skin took up my whole view. I inhaled deeply, trying to take in her fleshy smell.

"But you want to touch them, don't you?" She teased.

I did, and she knew it.

"Tell me what you want to do with them," she offered.

I didn't know what to say at first. She rocked them back and forth in front of me. "I think they're my best feature. What do you think? You do want them, don't you?"

I exhaled strongly, trying to say the thoughts in my mind.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to them," she said again.

I wanted to touch them. I wanted to rub my face against them. She made a playful moaning sound. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to squeeze them. Her hand went behind her back, and she directed me to "Keep going..." I wanted to fuck them. I wanted to squeeze them while I fucked them. She giggled, "Ooo, that sounds fun." I wanted to fuck her and suck on them. I wanted to push my face into them until I couldn't breathe.

Her bra fell down. She leaned into me and I felt her soft pillowy tits sink into my face. I tried to breathe, but nearly no air came through.

"Is this what you want? You want my fucking tits in your face?" She said harshly.

A forceful moan came out of me. I moved my head in circles to rub against them as much as I could. I tried to breathe again, but only tasted and smelled flesh.

"You want to breathe them in huh? Do it! Breathe!"

Another moan came out of me, and I felt her push down onto me even harder, burying my face in her tits. I squirmed and inhaled again, still almost no air. I was starting to panic a little.

She pushed her tits up and down across my face.

"Breath! Do it!" She yelled. "Can you taste them? Do you want me to take them away? Huh?!"

My moans became desperate and I was feeling light-headed. I pushed my head downward into the bed, and quickly took in a deep breath - this time she did not push back down onto me.

She laughed loudly, and teased "Mmm, did you like that?" while she pushed one of her tits into her mouth. I did.

She got off the bed and motioned for me to get up. "We're going to go into that room," she instructed, pointing at a closed door.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because I fucking said so. Get up and go." She demanded.

I chuckled a little and got up. This was going well so far, I thought. She was very good at this, I'd give her that. This was...fun. And every time we stopped I got a little further away from finishing, and now it seemed like she was already slowing down.

I pushed the door open and walked inside. Whoa...

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Hope you enjoyed. Will post more soon.

I had just finished a grading marathon, ending in submitting final grades. It was about 8:00pm on a Friday night. I was exhausted and dreading the commute home. I figured, eh, what the hell, I’ll go to the bar across from campus, grab a few drinks, and come back to sleep in my office to get a head start on some research work the next morning.

I knew there was risk that I’d see some of my students there. It gets a lot of students since it’s close to campus, but they have great craft beer and sometimes I can sneak in to enjoy some. I came in through the side entrance and B-lined it to the bar to quickly order a local beer, and tried to not look around. I pulled out my phone and started scrolling Reddit, mostly checking out /r/aww and /r/comics.

I was on my second beer when I heard “Dr. Hand????” Sigh, not unseen tonight. I turned and saw a student that I had a couple semesters prior in a senior level course.

I greeted him, “Silas, hey! How’s it going?"

He told me that he graduated last year and landed a fancy new job. I congratulated him with a big smile and an "I knew you would do something awesome!"

“I loved your class! Seriously it was my favorite one!” Silas claimed.

I laughed and thanked him. It is nice to hear that students enjoyed my class.

"Oh, actually the whole group is here!" He pointed to a booth with 3 other students from the same class. They were all in a group together when they took my class, and I learned later that they hang out regularly. "Come sit with us! That would be awesome!!"

To be honest, of all the groups of students to hang out with, this was probably the best. They were easily one of my favorite groups in all my classes. They worked together extremely well - lots of communication, and they tried hard to divide work evenly. When I’d walk over to help them with assignments, they were always attentive and gave their full attention to interacting with me - they probably knew it was the best resource to getting unstuck on an assignment. I loved helping them because they were not afraid to tell me they didn’t understand something, and they worked hard from the start of class till the end of class.

Silas brought me over like he found a celebrity. They all seem excited to see me, and I tried to greet all of them at once when I walked over. The booths at this place are half circles against a wall with a table in the middle. They’re surprisingly spacious and they feel isolated from each other booth since you’re not directly facing someone in another booth. I took a seat on the end of one side and found an empty coaster for my beer. They asked me what I was doing there, and I said something to the effect of, “You can’t teach hundreds of students each day without this!” I start asking all of them how their careers and lives are going since they took the class.

Silas’ fancy new job that I mentioned earlier is at a Fortune 500 company. He had it lined up when he graduated so he went straight to work just a few weeks after walking across the stage. It’s in the city, which he likes because there’s lots of stuff to do and he can walk everywhere. Silas is an animated party type so I could see the fancy-job-in-the-city lifestyle suiting him well.

Erik is another guy in the booth. He was one of those super smart students that went home and worked on the class instead of doing more “fun” stuff like playing video games. I recall one time an assignment called for them to derive a bunch of equations, and I thought there was only one way to do it. Nope! Erik had figured out a new way and showed me when he got to class. Now he was working at a startup. Another good fit.

The next person was a girl named Shui. She was here in the US for school. You could easily tell she was competent and smart, but sometimes there could be a slight language barrier, so I always tried to show her extra attention to make sure she understood what assignments were asking.

Shui was cute. Her face was thin with black hair covering the sides. She was super skinny all around, and she had long slender legs that were usually covered in jeans or occasionally in a pencil skirt. She was short (5’2” at most). She nearly always wore a white button up shirt to class.

Shui blushed easily. Like…really easily. I can’t tell you how many times I would praise her in class with a “great job!” or “yep, that’s correct!” and she would look away smiling and blushing like she was embarrassed. I felt bad sometimes because I didn't want her to feel weird around me or to feel embarrassed, but I also wanted to make sure she knew that she was doing a great job as a student. Shui was working at a financial firm now doing data science work. That seemed great for her - I knew she could shine if she could come out of her shell.

And then there was Abby. Her full name was Abigail, but she went by Abby. She was one of the best students *ever* to be in one of my classes. She caught on to the material quickly and wasn’t afraid to ask questions when she didn’t understand something. Abby came to office hours on a regular basis to talk about assignments or to ask me questions about how best to prepare for a job in our field, such as what should she focus on learning now before graduation? She was proactive – one of my absolute favorite qualities in a student. Abby was her group’s unofficial leader. The other three constantly asked her questions and waited for her opinion about how to proceed with assignments. Any time one of them needed help, it was either me or Abby that would be fixing their work or answering their questions.

As if that wasn't enough, she was also stunningly beautiful. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was thick and wavy, and it complimented her olive skin perfectly. When she smiled, her face scrunched up her dark eyes and revealed adorable dimples. Even her arms and hands somehow had an attractive quality - something I noticed many of the times she was typing next to me. She was about 5’6”, and it was hard not to notice her long thick thighs as she walked. Her breasts were more than a handful but still perky and excited. Abby was someone that you did not want to look away from.

Despite her looks, Abby never dressed slutty. Instead, she dressed with a taste that looked more artistic than anything. This was another thing I loved about her - she knew she was beautiful and didn’t feel the need to flaunt it.

I don’t know what her parents did for a living, but it was something that enabled Abby to travel. I recall overhearing their group talking about Spring Break plans one day after class. Most of the group hung around the city…Abby went to Greece. That prompted them talking about where they had traveled to. Abby’s list was extensive…Paris, Tokyo, Berlin, Zürich, you name it. Clearly, she was well traveled, and you could tell when interacting with her. She seemed very mature for her age - giving way to a wise-beyond-her-years kind of aura. She never seemed uncomfortable or embarrassed, and she could laugh off any mistakes she made with ease.

Admittedly, I wondered from time to time about her outside of class. What was she like outside the context of a classroom? Did she entertain the idea of a boyfriend, or did she find boys her age immature? Was her idea of fun sitting on the couch watching Netflix, or was she used to more extravagant things like skydiving or theater or perusing fine art museums? I’ve probably taught close to 5000 students over my years of teaching, and there’s never been someone as competent, beautiful, and interesting as Abby – she was literally 1 in 5,000. Until that time, when she came into my mind, I would think that I’d love to get to know more. And it turned out that I was about to get my chance...

Back to the bar - Abby said she had been working as an engineer (in the field she took a class with me on) at a mid-sized company - small enough to have significance influence, big enough to have lots of security. She was already set to lead a new project they were starting a few months. I was so pleased.

I congratulated all of them again - “I'm so proud of you all. Seriously, you were one of the best groups I’ve ever had. It sounds like you all have great careers in the works!”

We finished a round and considered another. I was getting tipsy, but having fun, so I said, “Yeah sure, let’s keep going.” After we ordered another round, Abby needed to use the bathroom, so I stoop up to let her out, and sat back down next to Shui. I noticed her scooch away a little bit and blush. I laughed in my head and tried to scoot away some. They started reminiscing about being on campus – long walks between classes, which coffee shop was best, the crazy preacher people that come to “protest”.

Before I realized what happened, Abby came back and sat down on the other side of me instead of asking me to stand up to let her into her seat. She also pushed me in when she sat down, so now I was kind of squished between Shui (on my left) and Abby (on my right). I certainly didn’t mind though, so I let it be. The guys were clearly drunk at this point and getting louder. They took up about half of the booth between the two of them moving their hands while they talked.

I felt a hand touch the top of my thigh. *My right thigh.* Abby? I glanced over inconspicuously, and she was looking at me. When our eyes met, she gave me a wink.

About an hour had passed since I sat down with them, and we were all pretty drunk at this point. I sat as still as I could while Abby’s hand groped me under the table. Occasionally I reached my hand down to reciprocate. I never stayed too long though - I was paranoid someone would notice both of our hands missing while our arms were moving. There were some lulls between the drunken shout-talking, and it seemed like our hang out was coming to an end. Abby’s hand was still on me though, so I was not eager to get up.

Erik spoke up, “Well, uh, Dr. Hand, around this time we usually go to Abby’s to hang out more and sleep there.” *Damn, I guess this is it.*

Silas leaned over the table and half-shouted, “Wait! Dr. Hand, do you want to come with us?! Oh my god, it would be AMAZING if you came to party with us tonight!!”

Erik agreed now, “Oh! Yeah, come with us!!”.

Shui looked shocked and said nothing.

Abby turned and encouraged me, “Yeah Dr. Hand, come with us. The night is young.”

So, I did.

We ordered two Ubers since they didn’t feel like being packed into one. Abby was quick to ride with me - “Well I don’t want you to have to ride out there alone, so I’ll ride in yours. Oh, and we won’t make Shui rides with the guys - come with us Shui!” She looked shocked at what was happening. I guess this was way too informal of an interaction with her old professor. Shui meekly said, “Okay, sure...”.

In the Uber, I was packed in the middle again. Shui pulled out her phone and started scrolling. I asked Abby about her place. It’s a 4-bedroom townhouse downtown. Her mom bought it years ago, but she's often away for work so Abby usually has the place to herself. Abby reached out for my thigh again. This time she also leaned into my jawline and gave it a slow soft kiss. I shivered a little, then turned my head to guide her to my neck. Shui was literally right there so I tried not to make a sound. But I failed - Abby was moving her hand up my thigh and over my crotch, grabbing me over my pants. I heard Shui gasp. She must have looked over and saw what was going on. We made eye contact and she was speechless. Abby heard the gasp too.

She leaned over and apologized, “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you!” Shui still didn’t say anything. Abby tried to bring her in, “You can slide over more if you want. I know how much you used to talk about how hot Dr. Hand is...”

Shui looked mortified and declined quickly “No…no, I’m okay, and I never said that!” Her rosy, red cheeks betrayed her.

Abby joked, “Ooookayyyy, but you’re never going to get a chance like this again!” Shui went back to her phone and never looked up again for the car ride. Abby and I made out a little, and she stayed handsy for the whole trip.

Erik and Silas were waiting outside when we arrived. Abby unlocked the door, and we all went inside. The place was outstanding. It was spacious and spotlessly clean. The foyer floor was marbled, and there was a fancy coat rack standing there that we all used. The kitchen had granite countertops and a giant island in the middle with stools around it. Erik and Silas went to put some things down in the bedrooms - I guess they came here enough to know the drill. Shui also left the room, presumably to settle in.

“There’s not a free bed because one room is still for my mom, but there are plenty of couches to sleep on.” Abby informed me.

"No problem, anything with a cushion is fine for me!"

Everyone came back and converged on the kitchen island with drinks. Abby had red wine. Shui had OJ and vodka. The rest of us stuck with beers.

"Gamesss!!!" shouted Silas. They wanted to play quarters first. I cannot express how fun it is to destroy young people at drinking games. I played *a lot* of quarters in college. I started the game, and I didn’t want to play favorites, so I made a different person drink each time whenever I made a bounce. I made enough shots in a row to make everyone drink twice before relinquishing my turn. When the turns got back to me, everyone voted to switch games.

“Well Dr. Hand, I think you’ve earned the pick for the next game. What’s your favorite drinking game?” Erik asked.

“Hmmm...I’m not too sure...” I responded.

Abby spoke up with, “How about Never Have I Ever?” *Ha! She is trying to fuck with me.* Silas and Erik both looked surprised and excited.

“Ooo, that could be fun!” Silas shouted.

Erik explained the game to Shui, “You have to say something you’ve never done, and everyone that *has* done that thing takes a drink.”

Shui gulped nervously, and then everyone looked at me.

I shrugged and said, “Sure, if you all want your former professor to know all your secrets!”

The game was on.

The guys took the first rounds, and they were very tame. Never stolen a thing, never ran more than 5 miles. Abby and I drank to both.

It was my turn then, and I went with my go-to for this game. “Never have I ever...been to a strip club.”

Silas and Erik whipped their heads around, “WHATT??” Silas shouted, “Oh my god, okay!” Silas and Erik both drank.

Abby commented while they were drinking, “I can see you not really needing to go one.”

I chuckled, “Yeah, and the girls there are not really my type.”

Abby shifted in her seat and shot me a grin.

Shui was super nervous on her turn and gave one about having never traveled to Canada. Abby, Erik, and I drank.

Then it was Abby’s turn. “Never have I ever…” I was hanging onto her every syllable. “…had a penis.”

“*WHAT!* Come on, not fair!” Silas shouted. “Ughhh fine!”

He conceded and all the guys took a drink. Now there was revenge in the game. My guess is that they would start saying things they know Abby has done or things to make sure people drink.

Silas’ turn was, “Never have I ever…had sex on a rooftop.” Abby drank. Then I drank.

“Whattt!” Silas exclaimed.

“Damnnn Dr. Hand!” and “Oh my god!” came from Erik and Shui. Abby smiled calmly.

“Never have I ever…been in a threesome!” said Erik.

Shui was confused, “three so-...what?” Everyone cracked up, and Abby explained it.

“Threesome, when you’ve had sex with two other people at once.”

Shui’s eyes got huge, and she responded in a near panic, “What??? No! Not me!”

A couple moments passed, and I took a drink. Again, the guys erupted with shock. You probably know that kind of drunken shock where people slam their hands on the table and shout. Then Abby drank, and it happened again.

“You’ve done that??!” Shui asked Abby, flabbergasted.

“Ha, yeah it’s fun!”

My turn again. I looked straight at Abby and said, “Never have I ever…given a blowjob.”

She grinned and drank.

Shui piped up again, “blow…job? What’s that?”

Abby explained that it’s putting a penis in your mouth.

"Oh my god you’ve done that too?!"

Abby explained, “Well yeah, it’s pretty normal.”

At this point Silas started laughing saying, “Wow Shui I knew you were shy but not *that* shy!”

It made her blush, again.

“Hey, shut the fuck up!” Abby shot across the table. Then she leaned in Shui’s ear and whispered something.

Shui started her turn looking confused, and said with a shaky tone, “O-Okay…never have I ever a-ate a...girl…out.”

The guys tried hard to hold in laughs, and admittedly I had to do the same hearing Shui say something like that. Erik drank, but then Silas didn’t drink!

“Wowwww!!!” Erik shouted, pointing and laughing at Silas. Abby no doubt wanted to embarrass him. I took a drink, and then…Abby took a drink.

When Abby drank, Silas nearly screamed, “God damn Abby! What is your life?!”

Shui asked what it meant, and was shocked once again.

Abby’s turn again…”Never have I ever…hmm…okay I can’t think of anything so I’ll have to say something I’ve already done and drink. Had unprotected sex.”

Everyone laughed and drank, except Shui.

Erik went again, “Hmm I think I’ll do the same…how about…had sex while using sex toys!”

Abby and I drank again, and this time *I* shot *her* a grin when we made eye contact.

Silas must have still felt bitter, so he said, “Okay fine, I’ll do the same and get everyone. HAD SEX”

He got a few chuckles, and we all drank…except Shui.

Silas shouted, “Whoa really Shui?? Not even just sex?!”

Erik was belly laughing and squeezed out, “Oh my god, what the hell…”

Shui turned beet red and sheepishly replied, “uhh, well, no…”

Abby looked over at her with a pressed lip smile and rubbed her back.

“Okay, game over,” Abby declared.

It was getting late now, and the guys decided to pack it in. *Thank God.* They were fun at first but became assholes as they got more drunk. Shui left for the bathroom while Abby and I finished our drinks and cleaned up a little.

“I felt kind of bad for her,” I admitted.

“Yeah, she can be super shy, and she gets embarrassed easily. But she seems really comfortable with me whenever we hang out alone. I think it's mostly hot guys that make her shy.” Abby explained.

“Huh, okay, yeah she's always been that way in class for me whenever I’d talk to her…” I recalled, thinking Abby meant Silas or Erik.

Abby laughed, “Well yeah she was like obsessed with you when we were in your class. She couldn't stop talking about how cute you are.”

Shui walked back in, and Abby and I shot each other a “how long has she been there?” look. Shui’s blushing gave her away again - she probably heard that last bit.

“I got you a new drink!” Abby told Shui enthusiastically.

We all sat down and talked some more. But it was mostly shouting, laughing, and pointing by then. We were all pretty toasted, and one last drink was certain to send us over the edge. We reminisced on the semester they were in my class - apparently I caused them lots of late nights together working on assignments. Shui recollected a time that they drew on Erik’s face when he fell asleep before the rest of them, and she and Abby nearly fell over the island laughing. It was nice to see Shui lose herself in the moment.

"Wait, you never got a tour of the place!" Abby blurted out towards me.

"Shui, we’ll be back! Uh…eventually!" She grabbed my hand and took me from room to room, pointing out cool stuff about them. I had goosebumps from all the times we stopped and I could feel her caress my hand with her thumb. Eventually we stumbled into the master bedroom upstairs. \*Is this my chance?\* There was a dimmer light that she turned onto about 75% - enough to see everything but not enough to hurt your eyes. There was a couch and ottoman set against the wall, skylight windows above, and the room’s bed was a huge king sized one.

“Yeah, Shui normally just sleeps in here with me since the bed is so big,” Abby explained.

I responded with a quick, “OooOoo that sounds fun!”

“Not like that!” She punched my arm with a giggle and seemed lost in thought for a few moments.

“I guess that hasn’t happened to her with *anyone* yet.”

“Not like you, huh?”

Abby cracked a smile and quipped, “Not like you either it seems.”

“Well, how comfortable is it?” I asked, pointing at the bed.

Abby responded, enticing me - “Maybe you’ll find out soon enough.”

*Maybe I'll find out right now.*

I quickly grabbed Abby’s arm. We made eye contact while I slid my hand up to the back of her neck. I pulled her face towards mine and we pressed hard against one another. Our tongues met within seconds. We started from where we left off in the Uber, completely skipping the slow sensual part. My free hand darted to her side and up her body to her perky breasts. My other hand moved up the back of her head through her hair. A moan escaped her, and I sunk down to kiss her neck. I inhaled deeply and took in the jasmine perfume scent on her skin. I moved between sucking her neck passionately and kissing her jawline. Then I ran my tongue up her neck and over her jawline. I felt her head twitch as my tongue reached her ear, and she moaned excitedly.

I stepped back to take off her shirt. When it was over her head, I held her by the shoulders and took in the sight.

Her breasts were contained in a black lacey bra, and I watched them rise and fall as she breathed.

She started reaching back behind her, “Here, have a better lo-“, but she was cut off by a loud noise.

We whipped our heads around and saw Shui frozen in the doorway.

“I…uh…I…sorry! I…didn’t know you were in here! Uh…um…” She started to step backwards.

“Shui, wait!” said Abby. Shui stopped and looked like a deer in headlights. Even in the low light I could tell her face was flushed.

“O-Okay…”

“Do you know what we’re doing?” Abby asked.

“S-sex?” Shui spoke so softly I could barely hear.

“Well, we weren’t having sex *yet*! But yeah, eventually this would lead to sex.” Abby confirmed.

Shui didn’t know how to respond. Abby walked over to Shui and they talked quietly to themselves. Abby touched Shui’s shoulder, and I saw Abby’s head tilt like she was asking a question. Shui gasped and Abby laughed in response. Abby was quiet, and Shui began to nod and smile.

Abby took Shui’s hand, and they walked back over. With a big grin Abby told me, “She’s gonna hang out with us.”

“O-Oh?”

I looked at them back and forth. Abby was looking right at me, and Shui was beet red looking at Abby.

“But-” I started to say, thinking this meant Abby and I were hitting the pause button.

“No, I mean, she’s going to be with us. Here. Now. She wants to participate.” Abby explained.

“...Really?!” I exclaimed. I was smiling enough to feel my cheeks up by my eyes, and I looked over at Shui.

She was looking at me now and couldn’t hold back the smile on her face. She nodded confidently, “Mhm!”

“Okay Shui, first you should kiss.” Abby started.

Shui paused, but then took a step towards me. I stepped closer to her, and slowly brought my face down to hers. Our lips met. I felt her pucker slightly while we stood there for a few seconds. I pulled back and she looked exhilarated. I went back down to kiss her more, and this time I could feel her press her face into mine.

After a few seconds, I put my hand on her back, and felt her jump.

I pulled back right away and apologized, “Sorry!”

She looked at me with big open eyes and mumbled, “I-It’s okay. I didn’t mean to-again...please.”

My hand felt her back, her sides, and eventually I ran my hand through her hair. She let out some whimpers as I moved to each part of her body. I went down to her neck, and felt her face eagerly go forward to kiss me again. I kissed her neck gently at first, and I heard the tiniest moan. She leaned her head back as I sucked on her neck with more and more force, and I even let my teeth through once. I could hear Shui gasping and panting as I got more intimate with her.

I pulled back and looked over at Abby. She was gazing at us with intense focus and biting her lower lip. I went to kiss Shui again, and this time I let my tongue through.

“Ah!” Shui jumped and pulled back with wide eyes.

I laughed, “Oh sorry, have you never kissed with tongue before?”

Shui said no and looked down at the floor.

Abby put a hand on her back and took over. “That’s okay. It can be startling the first time. Here, try it with me.”

Shui looked up incredulously, but then nodded after a few moments. They embraced. Abby still had her bra on, but the shape of her body was so tantalizing that I couldn’t help myself - my hand ended up down at my crotch, and I rubbed myself through my pants. I watched Abby’s breast graze Shui’s tiny chest each time they kissed and imagined what they felt like to touch. Abby’s hand sweetly moved along Shui’s arms and back. Shui seemed excited when Abby’s tongue came out. Both of their mouths opened wide with each kiss to let their tongues explore each other.

“Whoa…c-cool…” said Shui when they were done.

“Did you see what we were doing when you walked in?” Abby asked Shui.

“Y-yeah.” Shui responded, hesitantly.

“We were feeling each other up, and he was taking my clothes off. That’s the next step.” Abby said.

Shui stared at her nervously. “He’s going to do the same to you now, okay?” Abby asked with caution in her voice.

Shui nodded and said meekly, “O-Okay.”

Shui and I held eye contact as I took a couple steps towards her. She was wearing a white button up shirt, as usual. I undid the top button and stared into Shui’s eyes again. I kissed her once quickly, and then came back to her shirt. I undid the buttons slowly, giving significance to each one that got removed, and eventually exposed a white bra underneath. I leaned in to kiss her chest and clavicle. Her skin was warm and smelled fleshy. I kept kissing her while I undid the rest of her buttons, and slowly pushed her shirt off.

I went in to kiss her mouth again after her shirt was off. This time I used my tongue. I wanted her to feel the difference in the air now that part of her clothes were off. To my delight, she seemed to love it. She pushed into me and stuck her tongue far into my mouth. I moaned a little to let her know I liked it. We kept going at it while I pressed my hand onto her side and ran it all over her mid-section.

Then I felt a hand at my pants buckle. It was Abby’s hand. She quickly dropped my pants for me to step out of. Before my feet were even totally out, I felt her grabbing me through my boxers. She went straight for the head and rubbed the back of it, eliciting a moan out of me immediately. I pulled back from Shui and she gasped as she noticed my pants on the floor.

I pulled Abby close to me and we embraced passionately. I was grabbing every piece of exposed skin – back, stomach, neck, shoulders. Then I unhooked her bra and felt it fall to the floor. One of my hands grabbed as much as it could of her breast while the other was wrapped around her back.

“Mmmm,” Abby let out as I started to run my thumb over her nipples, slightly squeezing them. I felt Abby take her pants off, so I drove my hand down. She was soaking wet – I slipped a finger into her just down to the first knuckle.

“Ooh, *shit*,” Abby said surprised. I started rubbing circles around her clit, and she could barely keep kissing as she melted. “Ahh, yeah..*.nnngh*...” Abby’s moans were making me so hard that I wanted to turn her around, bend her over, and shove my dick into her right there. I grasped her side and went to turn her. But then...she pushed me off and looked at Shui.

“Are you ready?” Abby asked her cautiously.

Shui nodded again and Abby slowly removed her bra. Her breasts were small but nice looking with small nipples. Abby started to kiss her neck gently. Shui leaned her head back inviting her in, and Abby traveled up to her ear and whispered something. Abby’s hands slowly moved to Shui’s jeans and took them off. Shui was only in underwear at this point as Abby’s hand playfully crawled to Shui’s clit, rubbed it once, and quickly crawled back up Shui’s stomach. Shui’s hips buckled quickly when Abby teased her, and Abby pulled away smiling.

“What about...”, Shui said and pointed at me, “...Dr. Hand?”

I was still wearing a shirt and boxers. Abby and I cracked up.

“Yeah Dr. Hand, take your fucking shirt off at least!” Abby dared me playfully. I obliged, and took command next.

“Alright, so now typically I would go down on the girl to make sure she’s ready for sex.” I explained.

Abby’s eyes lit up. “OooOoo, aren’t you the giver!” (take fucking note my selfish dude readers)

Abby laid down fully on the ottoman in front of the couch. I got on my in front of her. I started with a slow lick from right below to right above her clit. Then I sucked on her clit a little and pushed it back out with my tongue. I ran circles over her clit with my tongue, listening closely as her breathing got faster and she let out low moans. I tightened my tongue and went up and down, trying to emphasize the down stroke each time. Every fifth or sixth stroke I wagged my tongue from side to side as I went up and down.

After a couple minutes my middle finger glided down from her clit to her slit, and the tip of my finger quickly went in and out. I felt Abby jolt. I stuck my finger in again with a downward motion only up to the first knuckle. Abby swore while her hips rose and fell. I kept using my finger like this and began to lick her clit with long slow strokes. She started to lose it.

“*Fuck!* Oh fuck, oh my god!”

I kept going as she kept moaning loudly.

I felt Abby’s fingers curl into my head as she squirmed. I kept moving at the *same. exact. rhythm.* And she kept telling me what to do.

“*Don’t stop*. Oh, oooh, please don’t stop!”

I knew it was coming soon. I shut everything out of my mind until there was nothing but licking her clit and fingering her. Then I felt her hips buckle. Her thighs started shaking. Fluid came leaking out and she moaned loud enough for the whole house to hear. I kept licking to taste her cum, and I pushed my head into her more as she squirmed above me.

I stopped only after she was still.

“Whoa...” She muttered, looking down at me.

I gave her a smirk and asked, “Ready now?”

I took my boxers off and wiped the precum off of me, and moved in towards Abby. She was staring at me with a look that conveyed “I’m ready for whatever you want.”

I held Abby by her hips and my cock easily slid into her sopping wet pussy. She inhaled deeply as I entered, and exhaled with a moan as I kept moving further and further in. I pulled back and thrust into her hard once. A forceful moan came out and she bit her lower lip. We settled into a slow rhythm.

Her slender belly looked so long from my viewpoint. I grabbed one of her tits as they jiggled up and down with our motion.

She pulled me down close to her face. “Fuck me hard, *now*.” She commanded.

I plunged into her.

“*Mmm*, yeah, that’s what I want.” Abby whispered.

I kept going, listening to Abby moan and whisper dirty talk in my ear. Her dark hair covered my vision. I felt one of her hands grab my ass. Her nipples grazed my chest when they bounced under me. I knew I couldn’t last much longer like this, and then-

“Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum. Wait for Shui.”

*Oh shit, I forgot about Shui!* I looked over and Shui was staring at us with her mouth open. I pulled out right before I was about to bust and shot a look to Abby that told her exactly how close I was to climax.

“Okay Shui, come over here,” Abby said after she caught her breath.

Shui, again, was frozen.

We waited a few moments until finally, “Would it help if I did that to you first?” Abby suggested softly.

Shui slowly started walking over and laid down.

“I’m going to take off your panties now, okay? Let me know if you want me to stop.” Abby told her.

She slipped off her panties and started feeling Shui’s clit with her hands. Shui’s legs started moving around and I could hear little whimpers from her. Then I saw Abby stick her face in which was followed by a huge moan from Shui. Abby looked back at me to share a silent laugh. She went back in with her mouth and Shui started wiggling, letting out quick “*Oooh*” sounds. I walked over and put my hand on Shui’s stomach.

We held eye contact while Abby kept licking her. Shui was barely holding it together looking at me trying to stay quiet. I bent down and put my mouth on her tit. I felt her small nipple in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.

“*Oooh!”* Shui gasped.

I pulled back and ran my hand down to her clit where Abby was licking. Abby and I locked eyes and she knew what I had in mind. I sat next to Abby and stuck my finger knuckle deep into Shui. Abby kept licking her clit.

Shui kept moaning and squirming as we serviced her.

Abby turned and whispered, “I got this, go be with her up there.”

Then I see Abby shove her finger completely inside Shui, to which Shui let out a huge moan, more of a scream. I started to squeeze her nipples as Abby finger fucked and licked her. I started kissing Shui’s neck and breathing into her ear. Shui started to shake, and she let out a long deep sound. *She was cumming.* Abby kept going, and I squeezed her nipple tight. Shui grabbed my head and I pushed into her neck. A dozen seconds went by before we all relaxed.

“Oh shit.” Abby said, surprised. I looked back and Abby is holding up a finger covered in blood. My eyes got huge and Shui gasped.

“Damn Shui, I think I just took your virginity!” Abby cackled.

I laughed some too, but I could tell Shui was embarrassed. Abby helped her up and said, “No no, don’t worry, it’s really not a big deal. Honestly it’s probably better to happen with my finger than with a dick.”

Abby asks her, “...So? Did it feel good though?”

Shui looked up and eagerly declared, “Yes! So good!”

“Alright Shui, Dr. Hand is the only one that hasn’t cum yet. Are you ready?” Abby asked. Shui only gulped.

“We’ll start with a hand job. That’s where you grab his cock and only use your hands.” Abby explained.

I watched Shui look at my throbbing hard cock and grab it. Her fingers were warm, and she had a wiry strength in them.

“Move your hand back and forth...right...good...yeah keep doing that.” Abby instructed.

Shui was slowly jacking me off. I felt every inch of her fingers on me and couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Alright speed up some,” Abby told her.

Then I spoke up, “Hold me tighter...a little tighter...ah, yeah, like that.”

Her fingers gripped me like a snake, and she started going faster at the same time. I couldn’t help but moan.

“Ooh, *fuck*, Shui that’s so good, don’t stop..."

She kept going and didn’t slow down at all. My moans were getting louder and more primal. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go.

“Alright stop!” Abby said quickly. “I want to finish him off.”

Shui let go and they swapped positions. “Do you remember what a blowjob is?” Abby asked her.

Shui’s eyes got bigger when she nodded.

“This is how you do one. Watch,” Abby said, and then my dick was buried inside Abby’s wet mouth. Her tongue wiggled along my shaft and everything else melted away. She moved my dick in and out of her mouth with an elegance I never felt before. One hand grabbed my thigh and I let out a moan. She pulled me out and started jacking me off.

“Shui, rub his thighs. Keep your hand on them.” Abby commanded.

“O-Okay...” Shui did as she was told.

She spread her fingers wide and grasped as much of my leg as she could.

“Like this?” Shui asked, and Abby nodded.

“He’s going to cum soon,” Abby warned, and smirked. “I’ll take it all. I’m kind of a cum slut.”

Her mouth was back on my dick. She nearly deep throated me as she came back down on me. Shui’s hand was all over my leg. Abby started grabbing my balls and I let out a hard moan. *Fuck*, she had me. Abby pulled me out and started jacking me off hard. *Fuck*, I was going to cum. She opened her mouth begging for it. *Fuck!*

A thick rope shot out of me. It lobbed onto Abby’s face, stretching from forehead to lower cheek. My legs buckled, and another rope landed over her nose and into her mouth.

“*Fuck, fuck, ahh!”* came out of me.

One last smaller shot plopped out and landed on her lower lip and chin.

My upper body heaved as I caught my breath. I looked down. I couldn’t believe that, of all my students, I was standing over \*Abby\* on her knees drenched in my cum. She looked up, grinning, giggling, and pulling the cum into her mouth.

I still felt a hand on my leg. “Alright Shui, can you clean him up?” Abby asked.

“W-What?”

Abby explained, “Look at his dick. It’s covered in cum and all the other liquids from sex. Lick it off for him.”

Shui paused. Then...slowly her head moved closer and closer to my cock. She opened her mouth and...my dick was surrounded in warm wetness again. I moaned loud and hard.

“Ahhh! *God fucking damnit!”*

Shui went down surprisingly far. She came back up to my head and went down again. I nearly fainted. When she came back again, I touched her cheek to signal to stop.

I gave her a smirk and praised her, “Great job!”

Of course she blushed and looked away like we were in class again.

I got dressed and the girls went to clean themselves off. When they got out, Shui headed straight to Abby’s bed.

“You can take the couch. I’m going to head back downstairs and chill for a bit though.” Abby said.

“Hmm, well I’m not super tired either. Mind if I join you?”

Abby smiled and pulled my hand to follow her...

I’m currently a professor in a STEM field. I interact with about 200 students each semester. Some of these interactions are more…memorable than others.

This is a story of an interaction I had back when I was only a Teaching Assistant. I was only 23 at the time. Even though I was just a TA, I was assigned to teach a class for a semester because the teacher had some

medical issues come up right before the semester began. It's pretty normal for TAs to teach freshman courses, but this course was a junior+senior course so there were a lot of confused faces looking at me on the first day. I explained the situation to the students, and told them this was my first time ever teaching a course by myself.

After class on the first day, a girl came up and said she just wanted to introduce herself. She shook my hand and said thanks for teaching.

"Uhh, sure!" I responded.

I didn't really know what to say. I thought it was a little weird of her to do that. I did notice, however, that she was beautiful. She wasn't overly made up, but she just had this natural beauty to her. Lush hair, petite but curvy frame, smooth skin. But whatever, this was something that didn’t matter because she was a student and I was a professional.

After that first class, I almost never saw her. She probably came to class a total of 4 times throughout the whole semester. She only turned in 1 or 2 assignments, which to her credit she did very well on, but she wasn't really participating in class much. There were two exams - she aced one and didn’t show up for the next one. I wondered about her as the semester went on. I tried emailing her a couple times to reach out and see if we could meet up to discuss ways for her to get back on track. She never replied.

Oh well, I thought, I tried.

Then one day with about 1 week left in the semester, I had an email from her in my inbox. It was short and to the point.

“Dr. Hand,

Can we talk soon about my grade? Sorry, I know I have not been active in the class. I wanted to see if there’s any way for me to pass.”

I responded saying sure, let’s talk, and we met the next day.

An important part of this story is that this class required students to submit a large final project. It was the largest weighted grade in the class, and I would replace someone’s lowest exam grade with their project grade if it was better. Going into this meeting with her, I knew that the project was her path to

passing, but unfortunately it was due the day after we met.

We met in my office (I was a PhD student at the time and our department allowed two students to share an office). I asked my officemate to leave since I had to talk about a student’s grades.

She came in and we made some small talk for a few minutes, pleasant enough, but at the first lull I moved us to the point.

“So…you haven’t been to class much…”

“I know, and I’m really sorry for that. There were just some things preventing me from coming.”

She explained some of her life circumstances. It did sound hard to deal with a lot of that stuff while also being a student. It seemed like she had a good head on her shoulders though, and she was trying to make amends.

“I see, I see. Well first of all, don't feel like you need to apologize. Clearly you’ve overcome some struggles and it’s good that you want to stay in school.”

She smiled in the way one does when they're “seen”. Unfortunately though, I explained, pretty much all the grades for the class were done. I told her the project was the only remaining grade, and encouraged her to try and submit something for that. Mathematically, if she did well on that then it would replace the exam grade she never showed up for, and she would probably pass the class.

I started to explain this, but I could tell her mind was somewhere else. So I stopped and asked if she was okay. Another detail here is that I used to be an idiot at detecting when girls were coming onto me. I’m better at it now, but back then I was the opposite of astute for this kind of stuff.

“Yeah…I’m just...well, I was wondering if…”, she scooched a little closer to me and looked me in the eyes, “there was anything...*els**e...*I could do”.

I didn’t get it. It hadn’t hit me what she was asking. Did she ever hear what I just said?

My response was this: “Your project. I think if you do a good job on that then I’d be convinced that you know enough of the material to pass the class.”

She looked away. She seemed a bit dejected. I assumed she was feeling down about how impossible it seemed to do a month long project before the next morning. So, I tried to motivate her a bit.

“So let's see, you’ve got…about 20 hours left. Are you opposed to all nighters?”

I noticed that she immediately looked back up at me. I kept blabbering about the project.

“I definitely think this is doable if you stay up all night. I know it seems so hard to do, but I believe in you. If you go home now and start working on it, then you should absolutely be able to finish it. I know it doesn’t sound like a fun time, but you’re a smart person and I know you can get through this.”

Finally I stopped, internally screaming at her to DO THE PROJECT!

“Yeah, sure. I appreciate you giving me the chance and being so supportive. I’ll stay up all night on it.”

Yay! I had gotten through to her! She was going to do it!

“Do you think you could come help me with it?” She asked with a slight smile.

I didn’t understand what she meant. Was she seriously asking me to come tutor her at night? Hmm, how could I say no but still keep her motivated?

I stammered out, “Uh…I…”

She interrupted, reaching out to touch my forearm and said, “Well I just thought, you know, if I’ll be up all night then maybe you could come help me. I’m sure it would be a fun time for both of us.”

What did she m*-Oh*. It hit me. That’s what she means. A thousand thoughts went racing through my mind - ethics of student teacher relationships, the fact that I’m just a TA, how fucking hot she was. But all I could muster out was “Uhh…umm…”.

She let go of my arm, smiled, and said, “Well, think about it. I’ll wait up for you in case you decide to come by. Here, let me text you my address.” I handed her my phone without saying anything. I was still a bit confounded over the situation. She sent herself a text from my phone with her address so I’d have her number and address.

“I hope to see you later! I’ll be waiting for you!"

She grinned, then shuffled out of my office quickly.

***

I pulled up to her place and it was just a typical apartment complex. Nothing fancy. Light blue siding with white trim everywhere. She was on the 2nd floor. I could feel how sweaty my hands were as I grabbed the rail walking up the stairs. I knocked softly. The thought raced through my head, what the fuck am I doing?????

She answered and all thoughts left my mind. “Hey! I’m so happy you came! Come in come in!”

I said hey as I walked in and we made some small talk about how the drive was as I took my shoes off, as if 11pm was some kind of rush hour.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I wasn't expecting her to appear so casual for this kind of thing. She was wearing a long sleeve tee with jeans and her hair was pulled back.

The apartment was very tidy and smelled nice. It all felt comfortable. Maybe she had cleaned up a bunch this afternoon since she was going to be “waiting for me”. Or maybe she just lived like this.

She offered me some food saying she had cooked some pasta earlier. “Wow, she cooks her dinners?” I thought, that’s better than I was doing at 23! I declined though, saying I ate earlier. She broke the subsequent lull.

“Alright, well, my setup is in the bedroom, this way.”

We crossed the living room and went into her bedroom. The bed took up pretty much all of the room. Her desk was up against the wall, and it was not as tidy as the rest of her place. She had several uneven stacks of papers on it, and there was a pencil holder in the corner leaning against the wall to make room for the calculator pushing into its space. Her mouse had such a tiny space to move I wondered how she used it at all.

I was surprised to see that she actually had the project open and was working on it. Oh my god…did I misinterpret all of this?? I started to panic a bit but tried to play it cool.

“Oh great, you’ve already gotten started!”

She laughed in response. “Yeah, well you took so long I assumed you weren't coming so I did the first few parts on my own.”

Oh no! I let her down as a teacher if she truly just wanted to work on this project, and I also felt like a pervert for thinking this was something else.

I sat down on the edge of her bed (there were no other seats), and we went over what she’d done so far. It was all done perfectly - I was impressed.

“See, I knew you could handle this.”

She laughed again.

We worked on it together for about 30 minutes, laughing a lot in between, flirting the whole time. Maybe I didn’t misinterpret this actually.

We reached the most complicated part of the project and there were some awkward pauses.

“This part is tough. It’s okay to feel confused with this task…" I told her, trying to keep her motivated.

She seemed unsure about how to proceed so I kept reassuring her.

“Take your time. I’m here to help you through it.”

“Thanks…yeah I think I…really need help with this part.”

She reached out and touched my hand. I froze. Oh shit, this is it, I thought. Then she rubbed my upper arm softly with her other hand and looked me in the eyes. She started softly moving her hand up onto my wrist and back a little, making circles on the top of my hand.

Whoa - this was really about to happen!

About the time that thought left my head was about the time she pulled me in, kissing me, with some force behind it, tongue sneaking into my mouth.

Wow, she is not messing around. She moaned softly while we made out in her dimly lit, second floor, nearly-all-bed bedroom.

But that got tired pretty fast. She got up and pushed her chair away. She started getting on top of me on the bed, straddling my lap as she shoved her tongue into my mouth more and more. I moaned at that. I could feel her smile when she heard me...which makes sense - probably not everyone gets to make their teacher moan.

She started sucking my neck like a teenager. I guess at the time we were still fairly close to that age.

Then she moved up to my jawline, and - teeth! Someone biting me really fucking does it for me. I could already feel my dick pressing hard against my pants, and here she was with both hands on my head, nibbling me, moving up to my ear. She breathed into it and let her tongue hit the edges of my ear.

I moaned again and even twitched a little. I couldn’t help it!

“Ahh”, I let out with a heavy breath. I leaned my head back and opened my eyes. When I moaned, she kissed me harder and then whispered in my ear

“Yeah? You like this? Grab my tits.”

Even grabbing over her shirt, they felt huge. That wasn’t good enough though. I reached under her shirt - no bra. Was this what she meant by waiting for me?

“Here,” she said, and she leaned back to take her shirt off. They were glorious - big, and as perky as tits that big can be with small, light colored nipples. She pushed them together and leaned them into my face. She was calm and happy as I smothered myself. She must have been used to guys worshipping her.

She had to stop me because I definitely wasn't going to pull myself away. By the time she started undoing my belt and took my pants off, I was already oozing some precum through my boxers. The next few minutes are an absolute blur of ecstasy as she rubbed my head, wrapped her fingers around my exposed cock, stroking me while I moaned helplessly on her bed, running her tongue up to my head, until she finally took me fully in her mouth. Her hands ran along my upper thighs - an added little touch to what was already blowing my mind. My body jerked, I probably sounded like a foghorn of moans and whimpers, and my cock swam in her mouth, on her tongue, all of it, until I was moments from filling her mouth with seed.

But - lucky for both of us, she stopped.

Whoa, that was close, I thought. When I looked up, she was looking at me with a shit-eating grin, almost laughing. I sighed and laughed and wondered how I ended up there. She kept the eye contact while she took her jeans off. All I could do was marvel at her body.

"Are you ready?", she asked. I nodded, of course.

She climbed onto me. I felt her tits brush against my chest as she lowered herself. She was so wet that I slid right in after a little angling.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped as I went in.

She moaned in the rhythm that she rode me. Her tits were bounced all around.

I reached up to grab her breasts, taking two handfuls to push together. She paused the grinding and shoved them into my face. For the second time, I smothered myself, engulfing myself on her breasts, fantasizing about never coming up again. All I could sense was the taste and smell of flesh. I loved it. I gasped for air when she finally leaned back.

She bounced up and down with her body nearly vertical. She was giving me a show. She grabbed her tits as she bounced and let out an “mmm, fuck” before she pulled one up and licked it.

Fuck, I couldn’t take it anymore - I threw my arm around her back and pulled her down on me. Her tits felt so soft squished against my chest. I pumped my hips up and down, fucking her from the bottom. I held her down tight so she couldn't get up.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” She was starting to yell as I drilled my rock hard dick into her again and again, then slapping her ass. Not too hard at first, just enough to test the waters.

She let out a gasp between her moans. “Oh, fuck!...Harder!” she screamed. So I spanked her again a little harder.

“Harder!!”

I spanked her in the same spot again as hard as I could. “Fuck, fuck, again, don’t stop!”

I didn’t. I spanked her over and over as I fucked her from below. Again and again I thrust my dick into her fast and hard while spanking her.

“I-I’m cumming! Ahhh, fuck, I’m cumming! Ahhh fuuuuckk!”

Everything around my cock got wetter while she quivered.

After a quick rest, I pushed her over and got on top. I stayed on my knees and spread her legs.

“Ahh!” she gasped when I posted myself all the way in.

I stopped and asked “you okay?”

She nodded, “oh yeah, it’s just…a lot”. I smiled and fucked her once hard, pausing again with my dick completely in her.

“Ah…but I like it”, she said with a smirk.

The bed rocked as we went. I held onto her hips tight, curling my fingers into her sides.

I kept going, trying to not change the pace.

“Fuck yeah, keep going keep

going!” she said.

I let go of her breast and grasped her hips with both hands. Her legs were bent so her thighs were rubbing my arms. Her body felt warm and smooth. Her tits were flying everywhere, and her thick hair was impossible to not see and rub against. That was it for me.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum!” I warned.

“Keep going, cum inside me, don’t stop!” she yelled.

I moaned louder and louder, I was practically roaring.

“Yeah, cum for me! Cum for me! Don’t stop until you cum in my pussy! I want it. I want your cum!!”

Oh my fucking god. I started cumming. My whole body shook. I lost control of myself. My dick was so warm and wet inside her, and I felt a shot of cum go out.

“Oh fuckkkk” I moaned. “Fuckkk, ahh, oh my fucking god” My dick kept shooting cum out into her soaking wet pussy. She grabbed my balls, “Mmmm, yeah, don’t stop, give me all your cum!”

Holy shit. When I was finally done I collapsed down onto her. How long was I cumming for? It felt like minutes. She started moving her hips, “Mmm, see, I knew you could help me.”

***

I never saw her in class again. But a few days later when I was grading final projects I noticed she had actually submitted something. “Oh? Okay, well what did she submit?” I thought. It turns out she must have stayed up after I left and finished the project! And it was great! It was easily one of the best projects in the class. Wow! I was so pleasantly surprised. It brought her grade up to the border of B and C. I boosted her up to a B.

And that was that pretty much. I never saw or talked to her again. The most we ever interacted after that was through Likes and Celebrates on LinkedIn, which I think says all we need to say to each other. It's been a little over ten years, but every time I see her name pop up in my feed I think back to that night.

I was lost.

I was two years into my contract at my new school, but I had only been to this building once or twice. It was the university's library. Well, one of them. My new school has several campuses spread throughout the city. The campus that contained my office had its own library, but at that moment I was on the main campus, called Central, somewhere on the 3rd floor of Central's library, looking for a conference room.

I looked up for signs, trying to find any sign of room 3281. The signs read "Restrooms...University IT...2200-2225->"

Shit, I'm on the wrong floor, I thought. Okay, well now I just had to find the stairs. I looked around again, walking with no idea where I really was. Eventually I was making my way up some stairs and to start all over again on the correct floor.

I saw room 3000 when I came off the stairs. The first fork had signs with room numbers on each side, but none contained the room I was looking for. I picked the smallest numbers and followed that route, which led me down a weirdly dark and empty hallway, but the numbers were going up so I was hopeful. 3182...3184...3186. But suddenly the numbers jumped way down - 3114!

I tried to retrace my steps, all the while noticing how odd this area felt. Only about half of the lights were on. The hallways were narrow. Literally every room's door was shut, the blinds were all closed, lights off. Things are weird over here on Central...

Finally I was back at the original fork. The other side of the floor had the same vibe - eerie and lonely. And the signs were all weird. I got turned around a couple times feeling like the room should have been down a certain corridor, back and forth. This time the numbers counted down towards my target, but then jumped back up. 3310...3308...3306...3304...3326!

Oh my fucking god where is it??! I screamed in my head, just about ready to scream out loud.

"Dr. Hand?"

I whipped my head around, a little startled.

"Oh! Hey, Veronica."

Her face beamed like she just opened a gift.

"What are you doing over here on Central??"

I laughed, and explained that I started teaching a class on the campus this semester.

"I like to hang out in the library cafe before class starts, but figured I could save myself some time throughout the week by holding my office hours while I wait. I had to reserve a conference room though. 3281. Do you know where that is?"

Veronica smiled, bemused, "Yeah I know where that one is, follow me."

"Really? Awesome, thank you!"

That was maybe the most excited response I've ever given an undergrad.

She turned right back around to walk the way she came.

"Wait, isn't it close to-"

"Nope. You'd think so, but it's not. Everyone gets confused by it. All those type of conference rooms are on the other side of the floor."

"Wow, okay, well I'm glad I ran into you."

We approached some double doors that were clearly locked and screaming DON'T COME IN HERE, but Veronica swiped her ID card and magically they unlocked. She informed me that "we're taking a short cut."

"Wow, I'm pretty sure I don't even have access to this area. Wait, do you work here?"

"Yep, RoomTech assistant. I'm in all the rooms at some point or another so I've got access to the whole place pretty much."

"Ah, very cool. So you've seen the pool in the basement?" I joked, thinking I was the cool one in this conversation. There is no pool.

"Yeah I know it. I used to skinny-dip in it last semester."

Veronica grinned alongside her perfect delivery. She was a person that never gets embarrassed, never thrown off. That's part of what I liked about her.

She took one of my classes in the prior semester. It was the first course in the major - full of newcomers to our field. Veronica was one of them. The course was a lab based one too, so during class time I had many chances to talk to all the students.

Her skinny-dipping comment didn't surprise me much because it was Veronica - she was kind of a troll. It humored me to overhear her talking to the other students in class. I wouldn't say she embarrassed them, but she could easily make them the center of attention in unsuspecting ways.

So for example, we did a lot of group quizzes where the group can talk about a question before answering. One day we switched groups, and during the quiz I overheard Veronica put someone on the spot about their answer.

"Let's listen to him, he looks smart!"

The guy blushed and didn't know how to respond. Everyone in their group waited, but he couldn't formulate anything. Poor guy.

There was another time when I walked in and there was some new girl sitting next to her lab partner. When Veronica arrived and the new girl walked out, Veronica asked her partner, "So who was thaaaat?" Her tone that implied she knew it was more than a friend.

"No one," he quickly replied.

"No one?"

"She's just my friend."

Veronica smirked. "Mhm, just a friend, OK."

"What??"

"Mmk, just a friend, suuuure."

"We can't be together. She's got a boyfriend."

Just like that, Veronica so easily elicited the truth out of him. This seemed normal for her, effortless even. It almost made you nervous to engage with her because you never knew if you were going to have an uneventful "normal" conversation with Veronica, or if she was going to be in a mood to fuck with you.

"How about you, Dr. Hand? Ever been skinny dipping in the pool?"

She was clearly in a mood today.

"Uhh..." I laughed at myself trying to come up with a witty reply. I had nothing.

"No, I never have."

"Never in the pool or never been skinny dipping at all?"

"Umm, I-um-"

"It's okay Dr. Hand," Veronica chuckled as she let me off the hook. "Keep your secrets." (she was also a nerd, apparently, iykyk)

Within a minute of being around her, I was already off balance. I was instantly reminded of when she caught me off guard in class one day. I was helping her and her partner with some part of the lab, trying to explain something and move them along to the next part. When I was done and about to walk away Veronica said very loudly, "Thanks Dr. Hand, you're the best!"

I can't lie - that felt good, really good. I was a little unnerved by how good it felt. Something about her shining a light on you felt special. I realize this sounds a bit pathetic from a professor, but it's how I felt in that moment.

I remember smiling on my way back to my desk, but also feeling a bit embarrassed knowing the whole class probably heard that. I didn't want everyone to think I was giving her special treatment or something akin to that because, well, if there was a student that might garner some special attention, it was Veronica, because she's...well, because she's hot. She was many other things too though, I promise!

Compounding with her aforementioned social adeptness, she was quite clever. When I'd check out her work during lab, she and her partner would always be fairly far along in the lab and would clearly have tried to solve some problems on their own instead of just waiting for me to show up and help them. I love that attitude. I also appreciated that they were always on task. I never once saw them aimlessly scrolling on their phones. And to top it off, they had fun while working. At least once every class I'd hear them crack up laughing. I loved having them as students so yeah, I tried to reciprocate their effort when I'd help them in class, but I was always a little conscious that maybe other students thought it was because Veronica is hot.

Yes, Veronica is hot. Dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, big lips, and even bigger tits. She dressed with a grunge style, but more like when I was her age with tight jeans ripped at the knee and a good amount of band shirts. A couple times she showed up with a cut out top on, and let's just say it was hard for me to focus around her those days.

She wore some proper thick framed glasses, and she always had these giant over-the-ear headphones on. Almost as soon as she walked out the class, she'd stop and put them on. They were dorky. It was cute.

I would later learn that Veronica was on her 3rd attempt for the course when she took it with me, and I don't think anything made me respect her more. She passed, with an A, and shined her spotlight on me once more in my office one day near the end of the semester telling me that I was the first professor to make things make sense for her.

"Wow, well I'm glad you stuck through it." I told her.

"Yeah well I'm glad I got to take your course."

I smiled, politely. "I'm sure you would've been fine with anyone."

"No, I don't think so. I tried twice already. You made a big difference."

"Well-uh-" I didn't know what to say. Students usually scorn me on Discord and Reddit, but here she was thanking me.

Veronica giggled, probably amused with putting me off-balance.

"I'll see you around Dr. Hand."

And off she went. I assumed that I'd likely never see her again, or at least not anytime soon - hopefully at graduation one day.

Back to the present - we chatted about her classes and about my new class on that campus while we walked through the halls. I tried not to focus on her cut out top while we talked, and I tried not to notice the highlights in her hair. Up close, I couldn't not smell the vanilla scent coming off of her. Her chest jiggled with each step in my peripheral. But I stayed professional - eye contact only (well, at least while she was looking at me).

"We're almost there," she informed me.

"This feels really far from where I was. I can't believe the room is all the way over here."

"Got any cute girls coming first thing or something?"

"I wish. Office hours are still a ghost town."

"Aw, poor Dr. Hand."

"I'm used to it."

She slowed down next to a door. The hallway was another deserted one. Shut door after shut door, closed blinds everywhere. Energy saving lighting.

"Wait, I need 3281. Where are we going?"

Veronica put a key through one of the door locks, and shot me a wink.

"We're going into the room where right now I happen to be the only one with a key."

"Okay...well, why are we going in here?"

I stepped in without waiting for an answer. The room was dark, and I couldn't find a switch before Veronica pushed the door closed and boxed me in with her arms.

"Whoa-"

"Don't worry about the light," she said softly.

I couldn't see anything at all, but soon I felt her hand gently clasp my arm. Now I knew why we were in there.

"Wait-"

I tried to resist. I really did. Well...I like to think I did.

"I-Um-"

I'm telling you - I was trying.

"Maybe we-"

But it wasn't working. I didn't expect her to lead me there. I didn't expect to end up in a dark, locked room with one of my favorite students. I didn't know she was going to whisper in my ear that nobody knew we were there and nobody could get in.

So, I stopped trying. I gave up. Before I knew it, I was leaning into her, tasting her, indulging in her -- vanilla scent, long hair, soft lips. Her hands pushed their way up to my chest, around to my back, all over. Veronica gasped when I pulled her closer, and whimpered when I groped her chest. I never thought I'd hear that from her, and couldn't help but giggle.

"Oh shut up, you," she responded.

Veronica pushed me back against the door. Her hands quickly found my crotch and pressed.

"Mmmf..." I groaned, involuntarily, still trying to keep to a whisper.

I felt her smile on my lips. She rubbed over my pants until I squirmed and moaned. Her ear was pressed up to my mouth so she could hear every little sound I made - lots of "Fuck"s and "Ooh"s and "Mmf"s.

My belt clinked loudly when Veronica pulled at it - too loudly. We both froze, listening for any signs of life outside the door. Sssllloowwlllyyy she pulled at it again. Small little metal on metal sounds rattled on the loop (mental note: I need to get a new belt). Veronica chuckled.

My pants dropped, as did Veronica. She took me in her mouth, stuffing herself, and when she wasn't sucking she was licking, and when she wasn't licking she was stroking. It was overwhelming, heavenly, delightful even. It was also wrong, and risky, and I could lose my job and why was I doing thi-

"Ah, fuck!"

Suddenly my balls were fondled and squeezed enough to empty my head of all thoughts. And she didn't let go. Cue some heavy breathing, twitching, and struggle from me, and before long -

"I'm close..."

"Good."

I could hear her smile.

I got closer, and closer, and closer, until I shot ropes straight into her mouth, filling it, feeding her with my cum. She struggled, but didn't give up, gasping for air when she was done with her meal.

"Mmm..."

I stood there, dumbfounded. We both took a moment to regain composure. She beat me to it and covered my mouth. Her kiss was sticky. Warm. Hot. I wanted it all over again. I wanted her all over again. My hands fit perfectly around her ass and pushed up her skirt.

Her hips bucked when I found the tip of her clit. I almost had to catch her. My fingers teased her, caressing her once, twice, feeling her body beg when I slipped the tip of my finger in, her fingers clawing into my back, teeth clamping down on my neck, my fingers entered her, without friction, middle knuckles deep, soaked, curling inside her while she melted into me.

I pushed her to the closet surface - a conference table - and bent her over. My cock oozed with after-cum. Still, I put it in. Slowly. I made sure she felt every bit of motion. Veronica whimpered while I kept my glacier pace, reveling in her struggle to stay quiet.

Her hands reached back and desperately grabbed for me. She whispered, "F-Fuck me, come on, please fuck me, please..."

Not gonna lie, part of me wanted to keep denying her - call it payback for all the trolling I watched her do. All in good fun, of course. But I couldn't do it. I wanted it too. I wanted to thrust into her. So, I did. She gasped. I thrusted into her again.

In and out. In. Out. Fuck. Again. Fuck. Again. She pushed back on me, swallowing my cock in her wet pussy. I knew I couldn't spank her here, sadly, so I gripped her so tight that I can still feel her skin wrapping around my fingers.

"Wait..." Veronica said.

She fumbled around in her skirt pocket until she found something.

Bzzzzzzzz

I felt the vibrations too on the tip of my cock. I pushed in again. Her moans got louder, following a rhythm, and I knew what was about to happen. Sure enough, soon her legs started to twitch. Her breathing was almost louder than the vibrator itself.

"Hold it there," I told her. "Right there."

"O-K-f-f-f-fu-fuck..." she could barely get the words out.

"Shh...cum now. Cum for me."

And then the trickle started. Slowly but surely I felt everything moisten. I kept thrusting while she breathed it out, trying so hard to keep quiet. The buzzing continued. Her body and voice shook together...

"Fffuuuuccckkkk," she whimpered.

Within seconds it was my turn again. I pushed, and pushed, again, and again, until...I let it all go inside of her. Every drop. My cock twitched and spurted deep in her. I held her tightly, making sure every drop of ended up inside, until her hands gently caressed the bottom of my shaft.

She broke the silence. "Fuck...I'm so full of you..."

"Wow, A+ pillow talk, Veronica."

"You know, professor... I'll have to give you an A+ for that."

"Oh shut up, you."

The laughs made it less awkward. We put ourselves back together and she told me to stay back while she went out first. I waited, suddenly feeling my pulse through my temple. What the fuck did I just do? Is someone out there?

"We're good," she said. Phew.

"I think I'm going to be late to office hours..."

Again, the laughs helped. She had me follow her again, and this time she actually showed me the real room. No one was waiting, of course. But as she left, Veronica told me she would be waiting next week...