by Writing Shark
Breakthrough
Professor Clark leans in his office chair behind his desk, the large window at his back, the curtains drawn. Music blares from the speakers as he enjoys the few free minutes he has left during his break. He’s already been at Hayworth for over a week, and in his short time there he’s risen to become the most prominent teacher in the entire college. No wonder as the only man there, but surely also a merit of his teaching methods. After the first two days, the whole school knew about his unorthodox style. Two more days later, he had presented the team of Sarah and Amelia to a visibly irritated Miss Samantha Hayworth. The two students not only lead the grade chart but have established themselves as a valuable asset to the class through the professor’s advocacy and the time resulting from their good grades. Sarah has one side of the class behind her, Amelia the other. The professor has the two teams compete against each other, drastically raising the average of the class. But more important to him, and to the students as well, is the cohesion that develops. In their free time, the teams mingle with each other, new friendships form, old ones are strengthened, and even Professor Clark is amazed at how closely the girls in his class now stick together. His successes have his back with Miss Hayworth and Miss Combton proves to be a clumsy, unreliable but very loyal assistant.
But she is not the only one who has changed her behavior under the professor’s influence. Arguing that he is the only man, he uses the weapons of the women of the academy against them. Quite a few of the girls in his class adore the handsome man who stands in front of the blackboard with a clear and calm voice. The mixture of respect and trust he shows them, coupled with the responsibility he gives them, makes his students receptive to his charms. In the staff room, he simply brushes aside the older women’s concerns, saying that it will go away in time. Only Miss Combton knows better, seeing the way the professor talks to the girls. He encourages them to ask questions, to talk and share ideas within their group. Sarah has already brought about some important changes that the teacher has been happy to implement. For example, the girls are now allowed to move freely around the room, talk when they need to, and even change their dress styles a bit. All of these changes are tolerated, as there is absolute silence the moment the professor raises his voice. Nevertheless, much of what happens in the classroom remains there. The students are too proud of their tasks and the freedom they have earned at the strict academy to brag about them to other girls, and Miss Combton is too fond of the professor to want to talk to anyone but him.
The advances she has made since his first day have not escaped him, of course. He was just surprised to find a suitable candidate for his plan so quickly. In the week that he has been here, Miss Combton – Felicia, the professor has not failed to notice her strong reaction to him at the mention of her name – has developed very well. In front of her on the table is her Confidential File along with several others of students in his class. Miss Combton swiped these from the file room when he asked her to, and now he can take care of her and the files at his leisure.
That is, if he had the time. As the most popular teacher, it is also one of his duties on Friday after class to take care of the many students who want to get a last dose of his teaching material before the weekend. He knows that many of the girls only want to experience the high of being alone with him in his office, but for good grades, loyalty and cohesion, he is happy to grant this small breach of the rules. Especially when it is the group that is now coming to his office.
“Excuse us Professor Clark” Sarah smiles shyly and pokes her head through the crack of the door. “Miss Combton is not in her office, but…”
“It’s okay Sarah” the professor smiles, saving the girl’s day as he addresses her directly. “Come on in. Miss Combton is busy with some important business for me at the moment.” He already knows who is at the door with the new class president – an office Sarah shares with Amelia. And as expected, Isabella Barton and Riley Kirkland appear in the room while the professor turns down the music a bit. A more welcome surprise, however, is the fourth face. “Ah,” the professor makes, putting on a benevolent smile.
“Steffany is also with us today” Isabella explains a bit unnecessarily but still obligingly and leads the student into the room with her. If Isabella seems shy and introverted next to Riley, the same is true for Isabella in comparison with Stefanie.
The professor knows why the skinny girl can’t look him in the eye, but for now he is content to push her in the right direction through his newly created class cohesion. His plan has already had an effect and the fact that the three friends have taken on the girl without any real contacts comes in very handy for him. Stefanie comes from Russia and is not really at the school because of her achievements but much more because of her father’s money. Another reason why his teachings come along so well given the point money can give you the advantage the other girls try to achieve with knowledge an passion. That’s the reason Stefanie behaves so shyly around other students. She knows her advantages about the other girls and doesn’t missed the looks they gave her before Mr Clark took the class over. Now, thanks to him, she is in a way better place with her newfound friends.
“How is your project coming along?” the professor wants to know. There are some chairs in front of the table but he is not surprised that the girls prefer to stand in front of him, hands clasped in front or behind their backs and in various stages of submission. While Stefanie and Isabella can’t look at him and only respond to his compliments, the professor doesn’t miss the unmistakable gestures of Riley trying herself out in front of him. Undoing yet another button on her blouse wouldn’t even be tolerated by him in his classroom. Sarah, on the other hand, beams happily at the man as she talks about the chores she and her friends – Stefanie included – want to do this weekend. “Take it easy, ladies,” the professor laughs while Sarah raves about doing homework together, extra projects and extra worksheets. “You know exactly what I expect from you.” Sarah blushes around the tip of her nose and averts her eyes. So Riley jumps in.
“Don’t worry Sir,” she says with a grin. We’ve already taken Stefanie under our wings.” She smiles at the shy student. “Tomorrow we’ll take her to the swimming pool and after that we’ll spend the night in her room.” The slender Russian blushes almost as much as Sarah but for a different reason.
“Are you happy about this Stefanie?” asks Mister Clark.
“Yes” whispers the girl and looks around quickly as she is patted kindly on the shoulder from both sides. Then John turns back to Sarah.
“I don’t blame you for still sticking to your performance Sarah,” he says kindly and gives the girl a smile that makes her squirm. “You’re smart enough to keep your grades up. But what you’re doing for the cohesion of my class is really exemplary. What you do for me and Stefanie is more important to me than your perfect essay about Vietnam in the seventies.” He nods to the girl and Sarah does her now perfected curtsy. She even lifts her skirt a little, something none of the girls has dared to do before. Stefanie looks at her speechless and Riley giggles. It’s a small gestuer he mentioned he likes one time and now almost every girls does it.
“Thank you, Professor,” says Sarah and he recognizes the smile she throws him.
“Off you go then and enjoy the weekend,” he says dismissing the students.
“And say hello to Miss Combton for me, will you?” Sarah turns back in the doorway.
“I’m taking her pretty hard right now, I’ll admit,” the professor says nodding. “She’s got her hands full because of me. But I’ll give her the message.” Again Sarah curtsies, turns to leave… and gives the professor one last look. Perfect. Then the door closes and the professor hears soft rock music in his office. He turns his gaze, leans back in his chair again, and looks at the files on his desk. “Did you hear that? I’m supposed to say hello to you from Miss Laval” he says mockingly, glancing down. There, between his spread legs, squats Felicia Combton, naked and sweaty.
“Thank you sir” she says, briefly releasing the professor’s stiff cock from her hot mouth. With glazed, faithful eyes, she looks up at him in love and strokes his length tenderly. Her disheveled hair falls in her face but she doesn’t care. All that matters to her she holds in her dainty hands. “She’s a good girl.”
“As are you, Felicia,” says the professor.
“Than…” Then he pushes her down again and the young trainee teacher sucks her master’s cock down her throat again with pleasure and dutifulness. Professor Clark crosses his arms behind his head and allows himself a pleasurable sigh. His plan is going faster and smoother than even he would have expected.
A week ago on Saturday, Professor Clark picked Felicia up outside her room. Her friend Ariana had gone shopping in the city farther away that day, so Felicia had been able to prepare thoroughly for her date. She was more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life, not understanding why, only that it was logical in her situation. Her preparations took longer than usual and she had tried on at least four sets of clothes and inspected them in front of her mirror until she had decided on a skin-tight black dress. The lack of shoulder straps and the hemline that didn’t even reach the middle of her thighs were the reason why this dress never came out of her closet and was always hidden in the back corner. But this was exactly the reason why Felicia had chosen it for this evening. Until now, she had always imagined dating a work colleague. He would surely be taken with her intelligence and beauty and compliment her on her elegant looks. But she had realized in the middle of her private fashion show that the professor was certainly not interested in her intelligence, being himself a man of knowledge and, unlike her, also a man of action. So she had chosen the sluttiest part in her selection. She had turned bright red when she had looked at herself in the mirror.
The dress slid up with every movement of her legs and she had to pull it down every few steps to avoid standing there bottomless at some point. As she thought about it, her pussy told her the truth about her desire with a lustful twitch and she even had to smile a little as she took off her panties. The fabric around her breasts was thick enough and so the bra followed immediately. One last time she was dizzy at the thought of presenting herself like this to the professor and Felicia still didn’t know why she was doing these foolhardy things. The voices in her head kept asking if the professor was worth the risk of fingering herself in the girls’ bathroom like a whore or now wearing that black scrap of nothing for a date with her boss.
After all, she had been thinking about Miss Hayworth and how quickly she would be kicked off the school grounds would only one of the things she had done in the last few days had come out. That had made Felicia wet and she had to stop herself with a pained grimace and an even more pained bite on her lower lip from pushing her dress up a few more inches to run her fingers through her wet folds. The thought of breaking the rules that had haunted her all her life pleased and scared her at the same time. It was this mixture of ignorance and desire that almost made her sink to her knees. Once she had satisfied herself in front of her wall mirror in the hallway to see how she looked while doing so. Later she had been so embarrassed and had exhibited the rule herself: Only in bed, only in the dark. Now, a few hours before John Clark would pick her up in front of her small apartment she didn’t care about those rules.
Hadn’t Miss Hayworth also broken her rules by bringing Mister John Clark to the school? Didn’t the man, by his very presence, break the school’s idea that women could thrive without men? Mister Clark… John, he was an example of what breaking the rules could do. The little angels obviously loved him, even if they were afraid of him. Fear was something that kept you going, that helped you survive. She had heard that once in some war movie and didn’t understand it. But now, in the presents of professor Clark, she does. Snd so she left her small flat, half-naked and thinking of herself a bit as a whore.
Then, of course, the date had gone quite differently than she had imagined. It was an endless string of mistakes and misunderstandings by Felicia that made her blush like a tomato. The professor had remained polite all along but also distant. No matter how clumsily she had behaved, he had remained calm and had given her to understand that he would nevertheless end this evening.
“I really don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Felicia had laughed, emptied the white wine glass that she had already attacked with several hearty gulps. Grinning knowingly, the professor had turned and indicated to the waitress to bring another round.
“You’re just inexperienced Felicia,” he had then said and continued to grin.
“Yes, that’s right.” A nervous laugh, too loud and put on but again the man had remained quiet. Then he had sipped on his drink. While the trainee teacher washed down her alcohol with more alcohol, the professor had proceeded very carefully. Felicia had had no illusions about which of the two would pick up the tab later given the quantities she drank… and because Professor Clark would not pay for her time with her. At first it had hurt her to think about it but then it seemed only logical given the fact who benefitted from whom. She was inexperienced, she was the one who wanted to meet, and so far the evening had certainly not been a win-win for the man in front of her. Then he had surprised her after all.
“I like your inexperience” he had said, setting his glass down and Felicia’s heart had stopped when he had smiled genuinely. When she had wanted to retort something she had bitten her tongue and the next words sounded even clumsier than they already were.
“I would imagine for a man in your position it is dangerous to work with inexperienced people.” Professor Clark had laughed, a genuine laugh, and Felicia had fallen in love with her boss. She’d done it and thawed him out.
“That’s where you’re wrong young lady” he had said and she had felt the wetness between her thighs like his hard gaze on her skin and on her breasts. “In my unit we preferred to recruit already trained men, yes. You should already be able to shoot and most of them already had one or two tours behind them. But we preferred it when they had not yet developed their idiosyncrasies and what made them unique. That way we could make them a perfectly functioning part of our team.” After a pause, he had explained. “Felicia you make the mistake of assuming you have to be STUPID to please me. I don’t like stupid people. Stupid people are dangerous. You, Felicia, are intelligent, hardworking and motivated. And I can use that.”
“Professor I don’t know what to say…”
“Then don’t say anything. You’d better listen” he had interrupted her and she fell dead silent. “That’s why I chosen you. You know when to shut up and follow your NCO. Teachers, female teachers often don’t have that talent. Felicia I want you because you have those skills.”
“Thank you, professor. I will…” But a hand raised again had silenced her again. She didn’t mind at all. Every word of him made her feel special.
“But you also have qualities that make you unacceptable to me.” Now Felicia’s heart had stopped. But she was also intelligent enough to know that the professor was offering her a chance. Otherwise, he wouldn’t bother with her.
“What do you want me to do for you?” He had smiled at her knowingly and at that moment Felicia Combton realized that she belonged to this man. She could only hope that she would prove herself worthy of him.
“I know how men like me affect women like you Felicia. You are naive and sheltered from the world. You are told you just need to be yourself and you would already accomplished everything. Hard work, struggle, making sacrifices is not required of you.”
“You’re right, Professor.” And Felicia meaned what she says. If she were the woman everyone thinks she is, she wouldn’t be in that tight dress in that restaurant right now, paying for drinks from a handsome man she barely knows.
“Just because you’re women doesn’t mean you’ve earned a place in society. And you know that Felicia. You want to know what I want from you?”
“Yes please professor.” Her voice was a faint whimper filled with need.
“That you admit to yourself that you are a flawed human being like the rest of us. That you know where your place is because of what you have done for people and for society. That you don’t expect to be treated differently just because other people have told you to.”
“Yes Professor.” The man sitting in front of her had won and Felicia doesn’t mind. He reached out and touched her hand on the white tablecloth.
“Tell Felicia.”
“I love you professor.” The man nodded. All too easily.
“You don’t love me Felicia.”
“Yes, I do!” the woman had cried, becoming afraid, a feeling with which she had all too quickly become familiar. But the professor had shaken his head.
“No.” Then he had looked at her. “Shall I show you how you feel about me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to explain what’s going on in your head?”
“Oh, God yes!”
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