by Writing Shark
Observation
“Up.” Stefanie Bulgakov immediately opens her eyes and sits up in bed.
“Yes Sir,” she says as if of her own accord, then blinks the sleep out of her eyes.
“Get dressed.”
“Yes Sir.” While Stefanie gets dressed without argument, the professor looks at Kasey.
“How many videos have you filmed today?” he asks the girl, who is pretending to be asleep again. When her charade is revealed, she sits up too.
“Three Sir, together with Cecilia,” she replies. “One to introduce myself, one to show off my body and one for testing. That was with Amelia, Sir.”
“Keep up the work. Good girl.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I’m ready Sir,” says Stefanie and is waved out of the room.
A short time later, she is sitting in the professor’s car, silent and nervous, looking at the thin, high moon that is almost invisible behind the clouds. It is a dark, foggy night and Stefanie is scared.
“You’re naive and scared, I understand,” he says gently. “But you know you’re safe with me?”
“Yes, Professor,” Stefanie confirms. And it’s true. She is naive and scared and the professor is a monster. But this monster protects her from other monsters and that’s good.
“Earlier, Sarah was sitting where you are now,” the man informs the girl. Then he looks at her. “And Sarah knew what she had to do.” Stefanie looks at the man on whose face the shadows of the night dance.
“Yes Sir.” With one hand she holds her hair, with the other she holds on to the car. Then she leans over to her professor, who unbuttons his fly. Stefanie thinks briefly that Sarah, and perhaps other girls, have already had this penis in their mouths today, or elsewhere, and she tastes and smells the man and the day he has spent. But neither the smell nor the taste nor the knowledge of not being the only one bothers her and as she takes in his cock and he praises her for the play of her tongue, she is again overcome by that soothing feeling of emotional numbness. She is no longer afraid and is mature enough to know that the cock inside her makes her better. She looks up gratefully at the man driving his sports car through the night while her head rises and falls evenly.
Finally he puts his big hand on her head. Stefanie is not yet so good at blowing and she has to gag violently but the professor does not let up and whether it hurts or not, Stefanie feels pride as it pushes past her throat and squirts directly into her gullet.
With a thick, slimy line on her lip, he finally allows her to lift her head.
“Where are we?” she asks out of curiosity. She doesn’t know this part of the city. The professor nods in one direction and as Stefanie wipes the strand from her chin and absentmindedly puts her fingers in her mouth, tasting his cum, he points to something a few feet away.
A streetlight casts its dim light onto the cracked road and dirty curb. There, in the lantern’s unfavorable light, stands a young, slender woman.
“This is your father’s domain,” says Professor Clark and Stefafanie’s skin begins to tingle. It is his voice that is unfamiliar to her. He sounds almost sad. And angry.
“My father?” she asks and the man nods. Then he shifts into gear.
“Play along and do as I say,” he admonishes her and Stefanie nods.
“Hey sweetie,” the woman flutters and dances closer to the car on her high-heeled knee-length boots with fishnet stockings. Her lilac-purple hair shines in the light of the lantern, making her look exotic and special. The professor rolls down the window on the passenger side and as the woman leans into the car, Stafanie realizes that the woman is actually almost a girl. “Well, that’s a surprise,” she exclaims, her eyes betraying concern but her voice joy.
“Hello,” greets John. The other girl chews on a piece of gum and looks at the two of them. “This is Stefanie, a friend of my daughter’s,” the man explains calmly. “She wants to get to know real life.” The girl looks at Stefanie.
“That costs fifty. From both of you.” John reaches into his pocket and hands the girl several bills. “Wow mister, you two are getting really good treatment for that.” But the man frowns.
“No strings attached?” The girl looks over her shoulder into a dark alleyway, then shakes her head. John, who has been following her gaze, smiles. “Hop in, then.”
“Okay!” The girl opens the door and sits unceremoniously on Stefanie’s lap. “Do you want some ex?” she asks, but the professor shakes his head.
A short time later, Stefanie’s pants and panties are lying on the floor of the car while the ‘father of her friend’ makes the young hooker bounce on his lap. She doesn’t have to pretend to be the confused but curious girl and watches intently as the hips of ‘Star’, as the girl with the purple hair calls herself, move up and down, back and forth.
“Wow… Wow…” she moans, “you’re… good…”
“I know,” grins John. “Now kiss her.” He pushes her upper body towards Stefanie, who flinches at first, but then relaxes as Star presses her lips to hers. She’s kissed enough girls in the last few days and her only surprise is how good the hooker is at it.
In the last few days, Stefanie has also licked enough pussy and sucked enough cock to be good enough at it, and the liquid covering the professor’s cock tastes almost exactly like that of her friends and roommates.
“Lick her tits.” Star obediently obeys the command and lets her tongue glide over Stafanie’s erect nipples. She almost comes, but then the professor grunts, grabs Star, who presses her fishnet-covered legs against him and comes deep inside her. Stefanie blinks as Star stands up. She has never seen a condom on the professor before. The professor grabs Star by the hair, she gasps lustfully and her eyes flicker, a sign Stefanie sees in every girl he fucks. They are all bonded to the professor. Then he pulls Star to him, whispers something in her ear and the girl grins mischievously at Stefanie.
“Okay Daddy,” she says in a soft voice. Then she carefully pulls the condom off, turns to Stefanie and kisses her again.
The girl moans softly in the cramped interior of the car, which smells of sex, as Star presses her lips to hers again. Then she feels a warm, sticky substance on her upper lip that slowly spreads over her face. Star sticks out her tongue, giggles happily and starts to lick Stefanie’s face. She spreads the cum with her tongue and soon Stefanie is doing the same, moaning and licking over the stranger’s face.
“And now me” commands the man, holding his smeared cock.
“Of course, Daddy” smiles Star and pulls Stefanie down.
The two finish the act together but Star is surprised when the professor gets hard again.
“That’ll cost you again…” But the man simply grabs her and pushes her onto his cock. Stefanie watches spellbound as the young hooker abandons her principles and blows the man a second time.
“May I… Me too…” Stefanie is horny too, she hasn’t come yet this evening, despite the sex shows and the live show here in the car. But the professor shakes his head and Stefanie obeys.
Grunting, he comes a second time in Star’s mouth, holding her purple hair and stroking her head.
“Good girl,” he says and helps Star to sit up. She opens her mouth, showing him the contents, then he allows her to swallow.
“That was… I’m sure I’ll get in trouble…” she mumbles, but looks at the man with interest. “You were really good. I’m not just saying that because…”
“Tell me about your boss,” the professor demands and Star is too overwhelmed by the experience to disagree.
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