by Writing Shark
The next girl
“Come in,” the two girls hear from the office. Sarah opens the door and stands with her friend in the outer office where Miss Combton is hastily sorting files. Amelia stops and stares at the woman wearing a very short skirt and a blouse under which her black bra is clearly visible.
“Oh, it’s you two,” laughs the woman whose hair looks strangely disheveled. “We were expecting you already.” Miss Combton looks so strange, as if she just got up, that Amelia doesn’t notice what is being said.
“Hello Felicia,” Sarah waves. “We’d like to see the professor.” The pride in the girl’s voice is unmistakable and the woman also nods with satisfaction after looking at Amelia.
“You guys are lucky. He doesn’t have class right now and has time. I’ll ask him.” She seems almost excited as she knocks on the professor’s door.
“What is it Felicia?” the powerful voice booms through the door. The woman addressed scurries artfully into the room, the two students waiting in the anteroom.
“Miss Laval and Miss Wilson are here to see you, sir.” The two girls don’t see the devilish smile.
“Shall come in.” Then Amelia stands in front of the man who is going to punish her for her inattention, but feels something completely different, unknown. But she desperately wants to know what it is that makes her skin tingle. The professor, unlike his subordinate, looks flawless but Amelia has little experience with men. “What is this?” he then asks Sarah who curtsies with her friend in front of him. Amelia’s throat tightens as she struggles to find the right words but her head only gets more muddled as images of Sarah flash before her mind’s eye.
“We’ve been naughty,” Sarah whispers beside her, crossing her arms behind her back and turning slightly from side to side. Her skirt goes with the movements and the professor smiles. “Amelia was dreaming but I took the blame. It was my fault.”
“Good girl” praises the professor and Amelia feels small in front of him. Then he rises and the eyes of the two girls follow his ever-growing figure until it has come around the table and towers over them. All it takes is a wave of his hand and the girls hurry behind the table. Mister Clark pulls the chair aside and sits down, showing none of his preternatural height. “Amelia?” The girl knows what’s expected of her, but even without the teachings at the Hayworth she wouldn’t think of lying to the professor. She feels strangely comfortable telling him the truth and knowing that he will be the one to judge her. Yet her mouth is parched.
“I… uh…” She shakes her head, lost in the dark depths of the teacher’s eyes. “Sarah’s right. I’ve been naughty.” Amelia isn’t surprised at her choice of words, somehow knowing that’s what the professor expects. Beside her, Sarah nods eagerly and grins widely. “I was inattentive…twice.”
“With another teacher, too?” the professor wants to know. Amelia nods sheepishly. “That’s unacceptable Amelia.” The man’s voice is so cold that both girls flinch. “I let some things slide with me girls, but I demand absolute perfection when it comes to other teachers outside of this class.”
“Yes Professor!” the two girls exclaim.
“What we have built here must not be delayed or even jeopardized Amelia” cautions Mister Clark. “The girls have already improved and I cannot allow their journey to be interrupted just because you can’t concentrate.” His words cut deep into Amelia’s flesh and her heart races. She is desperate to show him what she is capable of.
“I took the blame Professor,” Sarah tries to calm the situation.
“But you won’t always be there to bail her out.” That hurts even more. “And you’ve made such great progress.” Another sting hits Amelia as she sees how quickly Sarah forgets her friend and flees to the professor.
“Thank you…John.” Sarah looks like a little girl who got a big reward and lowers her head humbly but grinning broadly. Amelia understands what her professor is trying to tell her. She, too, can’t imagine what classes will be like without the professor anymore. She has become too accustomed to the man and his methods that scare her so much but she doesn’t want to live without them. The genuine respect in his voice is what keeps her going, not the stilted compliments of one of the other teachers when Amelia has made an extra effort. She understands why she and the other students want Professor Clark in their class and their lives, and the thought of jeopardizing everything through her inexperience and being distracted hurts a lot. Then Sarah continues to speak. Amelia realizes that while she has the better grades, Sarah is at the top of the class. “Have you seen my progress from this morning?” Sarah’s chaste question brings Amelia back down to earth very quickly. This isn’t just about good grades or class standing. Yes, the students are very attached to the professor, but suddenly Amelia realizes what she saw a few hours ago. Her eyes grow wide as she understands that she has also compromised this secret, not only for Sarah Laval, but also… for herself. Amelia feels sick again and she slaps her hands in front of her mouth.
“Oh God…” she gasps when it finally hits her. With the images of Sarah before her eyes and the professor’s gaze on her, she immediately understands what she’s feeling. Envy, not of Sarah’s rank but of being close to Professor Clark. Fear, not of bad grades but of disappointing the professor through her ignorance. And strong, all-consuming lust. For the professor, for Sarah, even for Felicia of whom Amelia now clearly knows why she behaves exactly like her classmate.
“Clever girl,” Professor Clark praises, turning his large monitor around on the table so the girls can see what’s on it. Sarah giggles and Amelia is quiet.
“You’re a fast learner Sarah” praises Mister Clark and looks at the video as well. Sarah’s face can be seen on it, wild look, disheveled hair. Her mouth is open and one can see her expression more than what is happening between her legs. “People are going to love your face when you finger yourself, especially when you show them the results afterwards.”
“Yes Professor.” Sarah bounces up and down excitedly while moans and smacks fill the room. And then Amelia comes into the room. The girl doesn’t know what she feels as she sees herself behind Sarah, hands clasped convulsively in her lap, mouth slightly open, eyes wide. But someone else knows everything about her.
“What you feel is the fear of lust” the man explains to the girl who can’t return his gaze. His words penetrate deep into her. “Your instinct takes over, tells you what to do, but your little head is not attuned to it. Men are creatures of instinct, women of logic. You can’t handle this situation.” A devilish smile plays around the corners of the professor’s mouth. It’s so easy. Just a little fear and already… “You’ve spent your life learning to listen to logic, to have a plan.” He reaches out to the monitor and turns up the sound, the smacking and moaning a little louder. “What you’re seeing here is instinct. Millions of years old, proven, consistent. Logic can change in an instant, instinct cannot. And that’s why you’re lost.” Amelia looks blankly at her teacher while Sarah slides her hands under her skirt and her eyelids flutter. A snap from John makes her stiffen, then a manic grin spreads across her face as he undoes the belt of his pants. As the fabric slides to the floor, Sarah is already falling to her petite knees under him. Her long socks have slipped a bit and her blouse is stuffed messily under the fabric of her skirt as she places her hands on her master’s hips.
“Professor…” the young girl breathes in awe.
“Do what you do best” the man says and Sarah smiles, having already received her confirmation so easily and after such a short time of training. Amelia’s stomach revolts now for several reasons. Her breath catches as Sarah’s head covers what she desperately wants to see, but the falling boxers tell her what’s happening. The sound of choking also tells her. Before she realizes it, she has taken a few steps aside to finally see it, and when she sees the Professor’s cock disappear into Sarah’s mouth, her nausea immediately fades and is replaced by something ancient. Tears mix with drool and slime on Sarah’s face as she incessantly impales herself on the professor’s dick. “Sarah is talented, you can see that.” He sneers as the rhythmic ‘gack’ ‘gack’ ‘gack’ fills the room.
“Yeah…” whispers Amelia between her fingers. A lone tear rolls down her cheek though she doesn’t know why.
“She’s smarter than you Amelia. Do you know why?” The girl shakes her head. It feels like she’s melting from the inside out. “Sarah knows what she can do, wants to learn what she can’t. What she doesn’t know, she leaves to me. She’s smart enough to know there are things in life she can’t control.” The girl on his spear tries even harder to please her teacher and clasps his waist with her hands. Speechless, Amelia watches her newfound friend cling to her teacher. “You were taught to control everything, that good grades will rule your life, and that friends and loyalty to a cause wouldn’t matter.” A derisive snort. Even as Sarah struggles, Mister Clark remains composed, but pats his student’s jerky head sympathetically. Amelia nods. “And what did that get you?” She doesn’t know, shaking her head. More tears roll down the backs of her hands. “All your life, all you wanted was success. And now you don’t know how to have it. Is the school, your training, your teachers here, is it all worth it if a little oral sex gets you so upset?” Amelia is smart, and the professor knows it. But this question is also very simple for the girl. Powerless, her hands sink down, clinging to her blue skirt. Her chest heaves hammeringly under her wet sweaty blouse.
“No Professor.” The tears continue to roll, exposing Amelia to her worthless and broken life.
“Do you want to have the destiny Sarah found?”
“Yes Professor.” A glimmer of hope emerges in the darkness.
“Then work for it.” Amelia has never been afraid of a task or a challenge. She is a fighter. But the thought of proving herself to the professor paralyzes her and makes her tremble. With an almost friendly smile, the man seals the fate of the willing girl. “I know you are smart Amelia. You have friends. And you have me.” Amelia Wilson nods eagerly, knowing exactly what to do. Without hesitation, she starts moving. She is strong, perhaps stronger than Sarah. That’s why she dares to do what will earn her points with Professor…with John. Without thinking about it, she walks past the two fucking people, leans low over the desk of the man who will rule her life from now on, spreads her legs and stretches her bottom for him.
“Please Professor…”
“You may say John.” Amelia beams.
“Please John, teach me how to please you.”
Just as her world shattered before her eyes when she saw Sarah and understood what John was doing to her, something entirely new is now falling into place as Amelia Wilson feels his strong hands on her trembling bottom. Her powerful little brain can’t process what’s happening but the pleasure mixes with the fear and combines into something that immediately gets Amelia addicted. John is fast and relentless and Amelia’s martyred mind feels the fabric of her panties ride over her thighs. Out of the corner of her eye she is aware of Sarah sitting down on the table with her bare bottom next to her and spreading her legs. Her white blouse lies messily over her shoulders and her stiff nipples poke out into the hot air of the office. The trembling intensifies as Amelia’s panties come to their temporary end around her ankles.
“God Professor John… please…” Amelia doesn’t even know what she’s asking of her teacher but she knows it will give it to her.
“Do you think you deserve to be fucked by me yet?” His voice is ice cold, but warms Amelia’s heart.
“I don’t know” she moans lustfully, enjoying the feeling of powerlessness. She’s never given herself over to another person before, and now she does it completely. And it feels right that John has her in the palm of his hand. “Tell me what to do to deserve it. Please!”
“I was just like that” Sarah giggles beside her, rubbing one hand slowly between her thighs. “You’re doing great. Just trust yourself to him. John knows what’s good for you.”
“Yes!” Amelia firmly believes it, has to, wants to, given her inexperience. That her school would let her out into life like this makes her angry. How dare Miss Hayworth do this… Then Amelia’s world freezes as she feels something unprecedented. Her world stops as she feels the heavy, hard tip of Professor Clark against her. Sarah giggles excitedly and shamelessly pinches her nipples.
“You’re doing great Amelia,” John praises her, “You’re showing exactly what I expect of you.”
“Obedience,” the girl presses out between her teeth and looks helpfully at her friend.
“Sarah has nothing left to offer you, Amelia,” says the professor, rubbing his hard glans through her twitching cleft. “The only one you have to look up to from this moment on is me.”
“Yes, professor…” breathes Amelia. “Anything you say professor.”
“You’re capable, I like that.” Casually, John pulls her butt cheeks apart and places his piston in the gap. Amelia’s eyes roll back as she feels him. “You’ll make a perfect team with Sarah.” His tip rests against her tight hole again. Anal he reserves for later.
“I’ll do everything for you.”
“Then show me how capable you are.” Amelia hesitates for just a second as his cold words eat through her mind. Then she understands. She’s still clumsy, but that can be beaten out of her, John thinks to himself as the girl begins to bob her bottom back and forth slightly under his hands. Where Sarah needed confirmation and guidance, Amelia wants to be shown a way. Guiding the two girls will be easy. A soft whimper, that’s all that can be heard as Amelia takes in the professor bit by bit. So easy, John still thinks to himself as he pierces Amelia’s hymen. One last tear drips onto a pile of notes beneath her as John makes her his own, then the girl can only moan under his thrusts. As with Sarah, Amelia quickly figures out what to do and her instincts give way to her logic. Then her moans turn into soft screams.
Satisfied, the professor notices how the girl works under him. Feverishly she tries to satisfy him and it only takes a few well-placed, benevolent words and the best student in his class turns into a small, tame kitten eager to get his milk. A nod to Sarah next to him is all it takes and with a cheeky grin and his eyes only on him, his first catch slips her fingers into her cunt. Underneath him, the professor feels Amelia getting wetter and wetter and with a quiet whimper gets confirmation of what these girls are destined for. Amelia is wonderfully tight and watching the model student try to earn his approval with awkward but eager movements makes him increase his pace.
“Thank you!” gasps Amelia as he begins to fuck her and she bobs back and forth powerlessly as he pounds deep inside her.
“Do you like it in my world?” John would never ask something like that if he didn’t already know the answer.
“Yes… Oh god yes! This is …eek… great! I just want…at… this…hmmpf… from now on! Eeek… Please!” Sarah’s giggle brings John back to the world where he has a plan. If only he could escape the trembling, wet walls of Amelia Wilson… A fortune…
“You share this world with your friend, Amelia. Thank you Sarah for introducing you here.”
“Thank you, sir” Sarah breathes, swinging one of her legs over the twitching bodies of Amelia and John. For both girls, it’s the first time they’ve gotten this close to their own sex, but neither hesitates. Another benefit of the professor’s parenting methods. Without another thought, Amelia, the top of the class, the model student, the leader, lowers her head between the legs of her former rival and Sarah moans lustfully as she feels her classmate’s tongue over her clit. Pleasurably John continues to fuck the girl, driving the two students closer together while he works Sarah’s breasts with his free hand.
“You two are best friends from now on” he murmurs and lifts one of Amelia’s legs.
“Whatever you say Professor Sir” Sarah exclaims ecstatically. Amelia can only murmur into the wet cunt but everyone knows she is no longer able to deny the professor anything. Just before Sarah has her climax the professor feels his coming. Without much thought he pulls Amelia away from Sarah, grabs her arms and presses her back tightly against him. His thrusts almost lift the girl off her legs and Sarah shows no negative emotion that he is denying her her climax.
“God professor…” Amelia presses out. Her voice is hoarse with the professor’s arm tight around her neck.
“Are you coming? Do you want to come?”
“Yes please! God! My God!” John thrusts deeper into her now, ramming against her cervix, so tight is the schoolgirl despite his lance pillaging in her. Then he moves slowly but forcefully.
“Did you deserve to come?” Amelia’s eyes tear open.
“I…” Her whole body jerks under his thrusts, her eyes dart through the room in a desperate search for an answer. “I don’t know. Tell me… please! God tell me what to do!” John won.
“Did Sarah come?”
“…No?” Amelia’s voice is suppressed, almost panicked. She doesn’t know a girls body as well as the professor, even her own. How sweet. She will earn me so much money.
“And is she complaining about it?”
“…No…”
“So why are you making demands?”
“Sorry Professor.” Amelia sniffles under him as she feels her longed-for climax slowly slipping away. Her friend gives her a knowing look.
“You two are my girls now, understand?” The two nod with Amelia having trouble moving her head. “You come when I tell you to. You fuck when I tell you to. And you fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. Got it?” Nodding again.
“Yes professor,” Sarah breathes in awe. John stops his thrusts enough for Ameila to relax slightly.
“You… you’re making us… whores… right?” she whispers, her voice on the verge of breaking with fear and excitement and suppressed lust. Sarah’s eyes take on a glow that will make it far too easy for the professor.
“I’m making you perfect women, girls. I’m giving you a purpose. You will become muses, aides, confidants under me. You become wives, daughters, mothers and sisters. I give you meaning, purpose, destiny. I give you power. I teach you humility. I give you the tool to find yourselves.” John starts fucking Amelia again, slowly, then faster. The girls must understand what he wants before his cock fucks them into delirium again. “You will obey me, do everything I say without contradicting me. And for that you will get from me the key to the world. Is that what you want?”
“Yes Professor!” Sarah shrieks and rams her fingers into her cunt like crazy. Her toes curl and she gazes at her owner in love as she comes to a dry climax. As Sarah squeals and falls onto her back, legs spread and facing the ceiling, trembling and whimpering, rambling trough the things on the professor’s desk, Amelia can’t speak as the most powerful orgasm of her life seizes her and sweeps her away like a ragdoll. John feels Amelia milking the juice from his cock and congratulates himself on his catch as his student falls powerlessly into Sarah’s lap, still spasming from the unnatural pleasure that melted her brain.
“You’ve been good girls,” he praises them both.
“Good… girls…” gasps Amelia, her ass still bobbing as if John is fucking her. “Good… Good whores…”
“And good girls get orgasms from me.” Satisfied, he looks down at the two girls’ sweaty and twitching bodies. He is not a monster, so he gives them two minutes before snapping his fingers. “Sarah, blow.” Grinning blissfully, the girl slides off the table onto her knees while Amelia hangs limply over the edge of the table. Her blue skirt has ridden up her back and a white trail of cum runs down her thighs while Sarah wraps her mouth tightly around the professor’s cock. When she is done, she kneels at his feet and looks up at him out of loyal puppy eyes. John pats the girl’s cheek as she places her head in his hand, then leans over Amelia and kisses her on the cheek. After a quick glance at his watch, he throws his jacket over his shoulders and addresses Sarah. “Clean up your girlfriend and then join me in class.”
“Yes Professor.” Sarah couldn’t be happier.
“Starting tomorrow, you’ll share a room, I’ll take care of that. And you share your camera.” Sarah nods eagerly. Professor John already has his hand on the door handle, so Sarah slides in another question.
“Who’s next sir?” John turns and smiles benevolently at his student.
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