by Writing Shark
A first porn experience
Professor Clark leads the wavering Stefanie through the empty hallways of the school. It’s so easy to control these girls. A little blackmail, a little fear, and a little lust and they’ll do anything he tells them. Neither Stefanie nor Sarah see the professor grinning. Finally they stand outside the room of Isabella Barton and Zoe Parkland, both friends of Sarah, but only one in the select club of little whores. Without hesitation, the professor steps into the room, Sarah and Stefanie behind him.
“What…” mumbles the sleepy Zoe. Isabella also wakes up, notices the professor and jumps to her feet, staggering.
“Professor Clark,” she says sleepily, and curtsies in a way that throws her off balance a bit.
“Zoe,” John says coldly. The girl is just about to pull the covers over her body. “Get out of here. Now.”
“But…” That’s all the girl can get out. “Where do you want me to go?” Short-tempered, John sends her to Kelsey.
“You stay in her room until I come to you.”
“Yes Professor.” Zoe is so intimidated she doesn’t even think about fixing her pajamas and flees the room.
“Sarah.” He leans over to the girl, whispers something in her ear and sends her out of the room as well. Then Professor Clark and Stefanie Bulgakov are alone in the night. Several minutes pass but no one says a word. While Isabella stands at her bedside, obedient and silent, Stefanie just stands in the room on legs wobbly from her orgasm, completely confused and stares at the professor who dignifies her with few glances. Otherwise, they would ask questions, he realizes with amusement. I don’t even have to break them. I would thank her father if he wasn’t such a monster.
A short time later, Sarah hurries back into the room, closely followed by Cecilia, also in nighttime underwear, a bag under her arm. It gets crowded in the small room with two beds, a small table and two chairs.
“What are you doing?” asks Cecilia, confused as she looks at the other girls. Then she understands and blushes.
“Get ready” orders the professor. “It’s time for a field test.” Sarah, who knows the professor best bounces up and down excitedly but Cecilia hesitantly disagrees.
“Actually, I prefer to paint” she mumbles quietly, fiddling with the bag. The professor’s scowl makes her start to move.
Sarah fiddles excitedly with her long nightgown, pointy nipples pressing against the fabric. Isabella’s face is already all red, and not just from nervousness. And Stefanie still doesn’t understand what’s happening, is too innocent to realize that each of the girls has already been taken as a possession of by the professor.
“Done,” Cecilia finally grumbles. “But I really shouldn’t… I mean… That’s not a good idea… Sir…” No further words are needed from the man in the room. “How do you want it?” Professor Clark nods.
“Sarah.”
“Yes Professor?” Her eyes sparkle.
“You’re the experienced one.”
“Yes Professor,” she grins eagerly, looking at Isabella and Stefanie with hunger.
“Experienced?” Stefanie doesn’t understand.
“Isabella already knows the drill. Stefanie doesn’t yet. Come up with something.” Then he turns around, leans against the wall next to Cecilia. She just stares at the man, stunned.
“Girls, you do what Cecilia tells you. And you, little TV mouse, let your passion run wild.”
“Uh…” At first it looks like Cecilia is going to lower the camera. But then she remembers the time spent together with the professor… and the lust she felt despite everything. “Okay,” she finally nods, raising the camera… and lowering it again. “Uh… okay…” Then she shakes her head. “Okay. Isabella, Stefanie, you’re roommates here. And you’re both… uh… you’re both in love with Sarah. But Sarah’s not into uh… the normal stuff. Just… uh…”
“I get it” Sarah winks and stands next to the professor. As Isabella and Stefanie exchange glances, Sarah hugs her lover. “Thank you Sir” she whispers happily. “You are so good to me.”
“Make it look good or Vespasian will kill me.” Another kiss, then Cecilia clears her throat.
“And… action!”
For their first real porn, the girls aren’t doing too badly, John thinks to himself as he leans against the wall and watches the three of them. Sarah is already acting natural and doesn’t even have to play her part while ordering her two partners around with the quasi-experiential words of a wild sex maniac. Isabella is also in her role and puffs with pleasure while pressing her sweet nose between Sarah’s butt cheeks, her Mistress’ hand clawing in her hair. Of course, Stefanie is completely confused, but obediently responds to the commands like a well-behaved lamb, as if they came from John himself.
With pleasure, Sarah licks her thighs, tastes the professor’s cum and even manages to knit a halfway good story around Stefanie.
“You’re my little fuck toy now,” she hums, some cum on her upper lip. “Fuck your boyfriend.”
“O-Okay…” mumbles Stefanie, then draws in a jerky breath as Sarah pinches her clit. “And your boyfriend is my boyfriend now, alright? John likes me better than you anyway.”
Cecilia moves around the room and films the scene with – even John has to admit – increasing interest. The light red on her cheeks testifies to the same feelings John has when he watches three hot young girls fucking. But he doesn’t really care if Cecilia has lesbian tendencies. The vibrator she had to bring herself and which is stuck in her cunt makes sure that the right thoughts are buzzing around in her brain.
“I’m hotter and more willing than you” Sarah hums as she presses her ass against her friend’s face and bobs her wet cunt up and down. Isabella slurps and licks and has a hand on the second vibrator herself. While Sarah can taste John’s cum Isabella pumps her little helper inside her like possessed.
Finally, Stefanie can’t take it anymore and moans loudly.
“Yes you are better!” she shrieks, startling Cecilia, astonished the professor. So that’s what drives you little Russian girl. “You are better! Please just lick me and keep me! Please keep me Sarah!” Then she closes her legs around her head, claws at the bed sheet and doesn’t notice how Cecilia comes close to her face with her camera. Stefanie comes like possessed and at the same moment, a stream of cunt juice flows over Isabella’s face between her trembling thighs.
And you stand here and have no one to fuck? But that’s not important right now.
“Done,” Cecilia finally mumbles, lowering the camera. She breathes heavily, not having come to an orgasm herself. Then she looks questioningly at the professor.
“Not bad for your first time,” he says with satisfaction. “That goes for all of you. Good girls.” That’s all it takes to make four raped girls smile happily. Cecilia approaches him.
“Sir? I… Since Sarah and Stefanie…” She looks at the two heavily breathing girls, getting even redder in the face. “May I too… well…” But the professor shakes his head, Cecilia looks dejected. “May I then… alone…” But she is smart enough not to speak further. “Sorry.” His hand settles on her curly hair.
“Isabella here is a good girl,” he says, pointing to the student who is about to lie down in her bed.
“Thank you, Sir,” she says, standing up, curtsying again, then turning back to the bed.
“She didn’t come, but she knows that she has no right to ask anything from me.” As he speaks, he slowly reaches between Cecilia’s legs and pulls the vibrator out of her wet hole. The girl moans muffledly, her legs trembling. “But you’re not a good girl, are you Cecilia?”
“Uh…” She doesn’t know what to say. Tonight has overwhelmed her. Then she stares at the blue piece of plastic, coated with her shimmering juices. She swallows hard, fighting herself, losing, and smiling because of it. “I want to be a good girl for you professor,” she says, stepping up to him. “But I’m so horny. That makes me a bad girl, doesn’t it?” The professor grins while Isabella unapologetically carries out his order and goes to sleep.
“Yes.”
“And naughty girls just ask their… hmm… master… if they can cum.”
“I don’t fuck naughty girls,” he says coldly, placing his fingers menacingly over her thin neck. “But I need naughty girls in my world.” Cecilia’s panicked eyes light up. “And if those bad girls do what I tell them then I’ll fuck them into good girls.”
And Cecilia nods eagerly.
Writing Shark 