Category: The Professor

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.

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“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.

by Writing Shark

The mission demands sacrifice

A few days later, Professor Clark is driving his sports car through the dark, foggy night. Sarah sits next to him in the passenger seat, her head bent into his lap. The music drowns out her soft licks but her tongue gets better every time she sucks his cock.

Some of the girls are still getting used to their role as cam-whores, while others are thriving in front of the camera Cecilia holds in front of their faces whenever she’s not part of the show. But all the girls show clear signs of unquestioning loyalty, something that is important to the former soldier.

And then there’s Sarah. If the professor didn’t know any better he would enter into a relationship with this girl. The young girl’s devotion goes beyond anything a paid whore can achieve. As he drives the two of them through the woods at night to the hotel, his base of operations, he realizes that he doesn’t necessarily have what it takes to be a whore. He looks after his horses too well for that.

But that’s why he has his men.

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“Morning chief,” Vespasian greets him and smiles flippantly at Sarah. “Hooker.” Sarah doesn’t like the man everyone calls Vespasian, but she respects him because Caesar, Professor John, wants her to. And besides, she is a whore. At least in front of the camera. Still, she cheekily sticks her tongue out at the soldier while clinging to John. Yes, she’s a whore, but she’s John’s special whore.

Not like Miss Combton. Her favorite teacher lies dirty and used on the soldier’s bed and appears to be passed out.

“Shit Ves,” John snorts. “Can’t you behave yourself?”

“Behave what?” quips Vespasian. “What did you expect?” John grabs Sarah and drags her into the next room, grumbling angrily.

“Sir.”

“We need to talk here Cal,” John grunts. “Ves has been too rough again.”

“He’s been using her all night,” grumbles the huge soldier Sarah has come to know as Caligula.

“I know,” John groans, flipping open the laptop on the table where Caligula has spread the contents of the minibar. “Just give me a little more time and you’ll all have more than enough sex.” Sarah sees Caligula look towards the door to the room. It seems to her that the man is more concerned about the woman.

If her web shows have told her anything, it’s that the internet is full of men like Vespasian and Caligula. Many of them want to humiliate the girls and Sarah has often had to hold her friends in her arms when they reach orgasm through humiliation. The internet doesn’t know aftercare. But other men she chats with are nice and friendly and enjoy spending time with her. What Hayworth couldn’t teach her in all that time, Sarah learned from complete strangers who give her money to undress for them. The world is gray, foggy, sometimes scary, but somehow romantic. And Mr. Clark is her light tower in the fog.

“So why are we here?” comes Vespasian’s voice from the door. Augustus enters the room behind him.

“For the next step,” Caesar replies and pushes past Vespasian. Then he stands in front of the PC.

But to their surprise, they all look at Sarah.

“What is it?” asks the schoolgirl, looking curiously at their faces. Caligula looks at her with a troubled expression. Augustus is neutral, perhaps a little annoyed. But Vespasian smiles wickedly. “John?” When she sees his look, she freezes. Her mentor looks resignedly at her. Then he changes, becoming steely and cold, but his voice becomes warm and soft.

“You’re my best student, Sarah,” he says, stroking her cheek. The girl melts into his palm and closes her eyes briefly. By now she is used to the mixture of fear, lust, love and joy that Professor Clark arouses in her. So she listens attentively to his words, no matter how much it hits her. “And you’re my best source of income. People love the way you act in front of the camera.”

“Thank you, Professor,” she breathes.

“And that’s why you know we have to keep going. We need to expand. And you can help me with that.”

“How, Professor?” Sarah knows, doesn’t want to hear the words, but asks anyway. The fear of losing him is greater than the fear of being used by him. She lets herself be used for him.

“You already know that, sweetie,” Vespasian interjects, smiling grimly. And the professor does nothing. It’s his colleague, his comrade under arms, Sarah is just a young, naive student. She realizes that she doesn’t have the value for her lover that she thought she did. “Exactly,” the dashing soldier adds. “Now you’ve understood.” Then he slips his jacket off his body and steps towards her.

Sarah is shocked. Somehow she knew what was going to happen, but for the professor to just stand there and do nothing… She looks him in the eye and he returns her gaze. He will watch her being taken by the men and Sarah knows there is nothing she can do about it. That’s not a bad thing. John has shown her that she likes sex, that she likes obeying men. But she thought she had a special place in his heart, or at least in his world.

Her questions go unanswered, her worries ignored, as the mean man grabs her and drags her to the bed. Caligula mumbles something about not getting the bed dirty this time, then the man has already pulled down his pants and his stiff penis presses against her pussy. It happens very quickly, hastily and without emotion.

Sarah moans as he penetrates her, but the Professor has trained her well and her body reacts all by itself. Soon her cunt is squelching under the man’s quick, convulsive thrusts.

“Fuck you little whores are really tight. No comparison to your worn-out teacher.” Sarah can only moan. Where John is precise and skillful, Vespasian is quick and rough. He doesn’t care about her pleasure or lust and Sarah is grateful to the Professor for making sure she gets wet through unwanted sex.

As Vespasian pumps into her, she can’t look him in the eye. First she squeezes them together, then she flinches as he grabs her chin, presses their lips together and lets his tongue glide over her cheeks. She feels his hot breath on her skin, the sweat on his loins and the wetness between her legs. It is terrible and wonderful at the same time. And Sarah longs for the professor.

As gasping moans escape from between her compressed lips, she sees out of the corner of her eye how the professor and his men are bent over the PC. He ignores the sex on the bed and the cutting comments from her rapist.

And then he turns around.

While Augustus explains something to him, he turns to Sarah. And he looks worried.

He’s worried about me, Sarah thinks. He wants me to be well! Yes!

Joy flows through her and she understands what he wanted from her when he said she could help him. Of course she was going to be used, she knew that. That wasn’t the help he wanted from her. A girl like her was made to be used.

He wants me to be happy! So I can prove myself to him! It likes me after all!

“Shit, she’s getting really tight,” Vesapasian triumphs, grabbing one of her small breasts through her uniform. “You little whore like this!”

“Yes!” Sarah hisses and wraps her legs around him. “Yes, Ves you fuck me so well! Please keep going! Please use me and fuck me!” Her arms wrap around him and pull the man against her body as she tightens her vagina to make him cum faster.

Sarah turns her head to the side and looks at the professor. He turns around briefly, watches, and nods approvingly at her.

“Yes, yes Ves! Fuck me! Use me! Take me! Fuck my tight cunt!”

---

After Vespasian, of course, it’s the others’ turn and Sarah does everything they tell her. Caligula hurts her when he takes her because he is so big but Sarah thinks of the professor and kisses the huge man wildly on the mouth while her petite body almost disappears under him.

Augustus wants her to ride him and as her hips slam into his and her skirt flies, she looks at her teacher who watches her appreciatively.

Then it’s Vespasian and Augustus who take her together, something new for her but again his best student shines.

She spends the night in the hotel with the men and when John leaves her, it is no longer bad for Sarah. She is happy with her life.

by Writing Shark

Cecilia fits in well

It’s like the last time. When John and Cecilia step into the room they find Kasey Wagner and Zoe Parkland. The two girls have been talking animatedly, in whispers, about the professor and strange, frightening goings-on. And about sex. John can tell by the look on Kasey’s face as she throws herself onto her bed and pulls the covers over her head as he steps into the room.

“Good evening ladies,” he greets smugly. In an hour or two the two young girls will also be among his soon-to-be whores, camgirls and escorts, there is no need for games. The professor puts his arm over Cecilia’s shoulder. The poor girl is quite beside herself, after all her teacher put her vibrator in her tight hole again on the way here. “Verry well you two, Cecilia here wants to practice her new hobby, improve her skills so to say.” He smirks. “She is literally burning to quench her thirst for new experiences.” Cecilia looks at the man with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. Then she whimpers as he pushes her into the room, her camera firmly in hand.

Cecilia knows what her teacher wants from her. And she wants it too. There is no way out for her, she has to admit to herself that she enjoyed being fucked. Unlike the other girls at Hayworth, she doesn’t have the idea of a lonely, steely lady in her head. Cecilia has fire in her. And she knows in the movie business as well as the arts, naked skin is something normal. Of course, she would have imagined her first time differently than a rape, but in the meantime, the horror has given way to a dull curiosity, then to a realization. Cecilia wants it and Professor Clark not only shows interest in her and her art but also supports her to go her own way. As long as he guides her, Cecilia knows that as well but accepts it, given the fact he already has taken from her what he wanted. The last thought she allows is that she will help him conquer two innocent girls. But at the end of the thought process, she wants to come, first and foremost. And she wants praise from the professor for a job well done. If for that she has to show two girls that it’s fun to get fucked, then so be it.

“How…” Zoe stands up hesitantly while Kasey curls up into a ball under her blanket. “How can we help, Professor?”

---

“Oooofffffuckyeeesss….” Cecilia shrieks. She is lying on her back, legs spread as she saw earlier. “Keep licking… yes… keep going…” She tries to keep the camera focused on Zoe’s tear-soaked face but her rapid breathing and moaning make things difficult. At first, she was nervous but the professor did nothing to correct her and so Cecilia focuses on experiencing her own long-awaited orgasm. She tries to take in her own body, her wet labia and her dark bush, hoping that Professor Clark will see that if she doesn’t do a good job, at least she will make herself available to him just like his other girls. And he seems to like it. Her wet vibrator rests on her belly and wiggles, held up only by her arm pressing Zoe’s head between her legs. “Thank you for making me cum” she thanks the teacher out of breath and turns her head. Then she startles, but then giggles when she sees the man’s huge cock sticking out of his pants.

With big steps, John walks toward Kasey’s bed. Cecilia is in her role and even if the quality still leaves something to be desired, the girl will do a good job for him while he follows the next step of his plan. But first…

Kasey doesn’t even cry out as he rips the bedspread off her body. Her pink panties hang from her bent knees. Curled up in a fetal position, she presses her hand desperately between her clenched thighs. She doesn’t want to touch herself but does it anyways. She is weak. She was weak earlier when she didn’t defend Stefanie and she’s weak now while Zoe is being abused by her classmate. But she is so wet and she is so embarrassed.

Embarrassed not only because she wants to touch herself, but also because she voluntarily spreads her trembling legs for the professor without hesitation. While Zoe sobs and licks on the other bed, Kasey spreads her legs for her professor. He tugs her across the bed by one of her legs, drives a startled squeak out of her, until she hangs with her bottom in the air, her arms outstretched, desperate for support. What would her parents say? Her friends? At least the ones the professor hasn’t conquered yet? If they could see Kasey like this now? Legs spread, her cramped butt in the air, a huge, strong, muscular, evil man between her and escape? An escape she doesn’t want to make.

All thoughts leave her girlish head as Professor Clark penetrates her. Her hymen immediately tears, Kasey cries out briefly, then her cries turn into animalistic, desperate moans.

Mister Clark doesn’t let a second pass and thrusts deep inside the girl. His penis first tears her entrance then penetrates deep inside her and pushes through into another space… Kasey didn’t pay attention in biology class but even if she was as intelligent as Sarah, this girl also belongs to the professor.

And so she moans under him while he fucks her and makes her cunt spasm like mad. At the other end of the room, Cecilia has sat up and swung wide-legged onto her friend’s face. She points her camera at the girl’s tight, slightly bleeding hole between whose legs the used vibrator is stuck.

“Stop struggling” laughs the girl with the camera. “I’m just trying to help you. He’s much bigger than this stupid toy.” At the thought, Zoe groans too, kicking her pajamas off her legs with naive force. Zoe struggles so much that Cecilia threatens to lose her balance.

But Kasey only has eyes for her own deflowering. Fascinated she feels the man in the deepest depths of her womanhood. And then he pulls out of her.

A disappointed moan escapes her throat. And she is angry with Zoe. Why does she have to rob her of her fun right now? Fun? Yes… Yes… Fun… Oh God, what’s happening to me…

“Stay here” the professor orders and Kasey squats wide-legged on her sweaty mattress, stroking her stretched cunt and watching the professor wander to Zoe.

It’s an incredible experience to watch Zoe get fucked out of her mind and Kasey watches in bewildered fascination. Cecilia uses her vibrator, no longer paying attention to her surroundings and films Zoe, documenting how her whimpers and painful moans change until she numbly wraps her legs around the professor.

“No… Yes… Yes… No… Yes…”

---

The end of this eventful night is all about the man, of course. For the final act, the camera lies unused on the bed. The three girls kneel in front of him, Cecilia in the middle, Zoe on the right and Kasey on the left. His strong hands press their heads together while his cock passes quickly over their lips. Cecilia’s head keeps getting pushed back when it hits her neck but Kasey, eager to prove herself, has her hand pressed into her classmate’s curly hair and keeps pressing her head back onto John’s pumping cock.

“Fuck you little whores are good material” he moans, gripping tighter. Cecilia wants to put her lips greedily over him but Kasey is too much on fire, yanking her head back and greedily opening her mouth. Her big eyes lock onto his and it’s her pink tongue that steers him over the cliff. Shot after shot of his hot cum hits Kasey’s face with force. The girl squeals excitedly but also a bit frightened. Then Cecilia is back, pressing her nails against the cum-smeared skin of her friend/rival and breathing hot against the shot of cum that lands in her hair.

Finally, John grabs poor Zoe and rams her head against his cock. Her teeth scratch him slightly but as a soldier, he is used to pain and enjoys the young girl’s twitching throat until he is done unloading his magazine in his target. When he lets go, Zoe falls back, coughing and choking a large wave of cum from her mouth between her sweaty breasts.

“Good girls,” John gasps, looking at the three young students. “Lick yourselves clean.” He’s too exhausted to disguise his orders but Kasey and Cecilia would have understood and kiss intimately while the professor gets dressed. He wipes his cock dry and clean on Zoe’s pajamas.

“Cecilia, when you’re done here, go to your room. Don’t get caught.”

“Yes, Professor.” A sly smile o her face is prove that he owns her now.

“You are mine now, do you understand?” Zoe and Cecilia nod. “You liked that.” Hesitation, then nodding again, this time chastely, then even with some pride. “You too Zoe.” Teary-eyed, coughing, red in the face and full of cum, Zoe can only do one thing.

“Yes, Professor.”

That would also bring this evening to a good end.

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.

by Writing Shark

A nightly visit for Stefanie

It’s already late at night but Stefanie Bulgakov has trouble falling asleep, as she does every time. She is already almost asleep, but she does not manage to turn off her head. Thoughts crowd her little brain and don’t let the girl rest while she is huddled under her bed with the sheet pulled over her head. The Russian-born schoolgirl has always had trouble falling asleep, and at Hayworth it hasn’t gotten any better. Too much pressure from her family, especially her father, and being alone have taken a toll on her. She is intelligent enough to understand what is happening to her but not strong enough to do anything about it. This pressure is what drives the girl and holds her back at the same time, making her self-confidence seem tiny even compared to the shy girls of Hayworth. Stefanie functions and that is all her family, the Haywoorth and apparently the world demands of her.

Professor Clark, on the other hand, is quite different but she hasn’t been able to form a picture of him yet. She is too caught up in her ways but she sees how her classmates react to the man and on a logical level she can understand them. And she has also made friends through the professor. Sarah Laval takes good care of her and Stefanie knows it can’t be the other way around. She is too weak for that.

Another proof of her dependence on strong people is the night light that burns next to her bed and that no teacher knows about. The girl is too embarrassed and the only person who knows her weakness is Kasey Wagner, Stafanie’s roommate.

Kaesy is lying in the neighboring bed against the far wall of the room, already snoring softly. The nightlight actually bothers her but at Hayworth you have to stick together and the rigid rules haven’t driven the two girls apart yet. Stefanie has been here for too short a time, but that will change soon and then… Another thought that won’t let her fall asleep. Stefanie pulls her legs even closer together under the covers and nibbles on her fingernails while thinking about the next tests that are coming up and the imminent loss of her friends. Professor Clark doesn’t seem like someone who will understand her weaknesses and Stefanie has no idea how to please him as Sarah seems to have done. The girl has changed lately anyway and that too scares Stefanie Bulgakov. Everything scares her and her father detests her for it, the girl is sure. And she is also afraid of her father.

A soft whimper escapes her throat as it begins to buzz in her head and she listens to the quiet snoring of the other girl in the room. Then her mind wanders again. She would much rather dream of beautiful things, think of beautiful things. But she is too afraid to do so. And so she notices only late that the door to her room has opened and someone has entered. When Stefanie notices the presence, she doesn’t look to see who is there, but just huddles closer and hopes that the person will disappear again. But the quiet footsteps do not move away but come closer. The girl under the covers holds her breath.

“Stefanie?” The young Bulgakov opens her eyes. “Stefanie.” A light hand settles on the fabric and touches her shoulder. Stefanie slowly raises her head. She would like to pretend to sleep but she knows her classmate’s voice.

“Sarah?” she asks softly, pulling the covers back to under the tip of her nose. Sarah Laval is sitting on her bed. The class president is wearing a loose top and black nylon shorts, making her look much more feminine than Stefanie in her gray pajamas. “What are you doing here? You aren’t allowed to be here at night.” Sarah doesn’t look tired at all but her hair is pretty disheveled and she’s a little red in the face as if she just finished an endurance run. She has a strange glint in her eye and looks at Stafanie like the young Russian hasn’t seen before. Sarah’s look worries her and Stefanie sits up and grabs her friend’s hand.

“We are friends, aren’t we?” asks Sarah, smiling a little wider.

“O-Of course,” Stefanie stammers, feeling uncomfortable at the thought Sarah might not see it that way.

“And friends always help each other, right?” Stefanie nods eagerly. “Will you help me?”

“Of course,” Stefanie says quickly. “But with what?” The thought of losing Sarah, as briefly as she’s known her, makes her feel sick. And when the class president smiles happily, the joy spreads to Stefanie’s face as well. The happy smile remains on her face even as Sarah quickly rises, glances briefly over at the snoring Kasey, and then heads for the door. “Sarah?” But Sarah doesn’t answer but hurriedly hops to the door and pulls it open. While Stefanie doesn’t understand, her friend hurriedly tugs at her panties. Stefanie wants to say something, ask what this is all about, but then her breath catches. It grows dark in the door frame as a massive figure blocks the light from outside. Stefanie’s nightlight casts dark shadows on the figure and the Russian girl anxiously sits up, pulling her legs to her body under the covers.

“You were right sir,” Sarah’s awed voice sounds from the doorway as the dark figure pushes its way into the room. “She’s certainly ready.” Stafanie can’t get a sound out and just watches what is happening. She hopes that maybe Kasey will wake up and help her, but she continues to snore in her bed. And Sarah is completely fixated on the dark monster and doesn’t pay attention to her friend while the shadow approaches her more and more.

“Hello Stefanie” sounds a well-known icy voice and a devilish smile slinks out of the shadows into the dim light of Stafanie’s night light.

“P-Professor…” she now recognizes and becomes even more frightened. “W-What are you doing here?” The smile widens and the man leans down to the girl crouching on her bed. Then the mattress is pushed in under his weight and Stefanie is propelled toward the massive body that has sat down beside her without asking. Over his muscular shoulder whose strengths show under his shirt she sees Sarah’s head and her sparkling eyes watching her with an expression Stefanie has often seen on her father’s face. Greed.

“Are you a good student Stefanie?” the teacher asks her threateningly so that Stefanie’s trained reflexes take over.

“Yes, professor.” Her mouth goes dry.

“And do you know what makes good students?” Stefanie tries to remember the Hayworth’s principles but she doesn’t succeed and somehow she doubts the professor wants to hear that. Over his shoulder, Sarah smiles encouragingly at her friend. For Stefanie, there is only one answer that comes to her mind in the face of the professor.

“Obedience… Professor?” He smiles and Stafanie is relieved.

“That’s right. Good girl. And are you a good friend?” Sarah nods eagerly but Stafanie gets scared.

“I… I don’t know… Professor… I think so…”

“What are you saying Sarah? Is Stefanie a good friend to you?” Seeking help, the Russian girl looks at Sarah but she only has eyes for the professor while slinger her petite arm around his frame. Stefanie is too afraid to realize what is going on.

“I don’t know professor,” muses the girl and sits down on the bed too, pushing Stafanie even closer to the professor. “That depends on whether I can rely on her.” The Russian girl gasps for breath.

“You can count on me!” she almost exclaims, startling herself and looking at Kasey who rolls onto her side, snorting. Then she glares at Sarah who pushes past the professor and gets close to Stefanie. With certain energy, she pulls the covers off, exposing Stefanie’s pajamas.

“The problem is this” Sarah muses, playing around with her friend’s shirt while the professor watches them both. “John asked me for something and I thought you could help me please him.” Sarah lifts the pajama shirt up a bit, exposing Stefanie’s belly. The poor girl is paralyzed. “You know how much the professor means to me, right?” Sarah sounds all innocent as her fingers circle around Stafanie’s belly button. The girl nods eagerly and looks to the professor who smiles contentedly but coldly. “The professor needs a girl like you Stefanie,” her friend says and seems happy for the girl. “And I told him that you would help him right away. For him and your friends. That he can count on you. That you’d stay out of trouble and fit in.” Stefanie doesn’t notice how Sarah pulls her shirt up almost under her breasts and just looks at Professor Clark. Then she nods. It’s all she can do.

“Are you the girl Sarah sees in you?” the professor asks quietly, menacingly. And Stefanie nods.

“Good,” Sarah says, leaning over the girl. “Then we can keep being friends. Best friends.” With these words Sarah slips the nightgown over Stefanie’s head and the girl obediently raises her arms to facilitate the process. Only then she realize that she is half naked but there is no room for doubt in her mind.

Next, the professor’s body takes over her entire field of vision and it becomes dark in her world as he lays himself over her. Stefanie follows his movements and feels the sheet on her naked back and the professor’s heavy hand on her stomach. The hand moves lower and lower under her pants until it finally slides over the girl’s unshaven bush. Stefanie holds her breath and doesn’t move while strange fingers stroke through her lower hair and then…

“Professor…” she moans in shock and awe while Sarah grins triumphantly.

“That’s how it all goes for us honey” she whispers, rising and standing wide-legged in the room. Her hands slide under her panties as she watches the two of them on the bed. “We’re all his little sluts. Welcome to the club.” Then she begins to finger herself and Stefanie feels the warmth swell between her young thighs as well in sync with the fear.

Professor Clark proceeds routinely, heating up the girl beneath him with one hand while the other slips down his pants. It’s so easy with these girls and he almost wants a challenge for once but this couldn’t possibly come from the trembling girl under him. Stefanie’s eyes widen, but her legs fight against the pants hanging at her knees. First she thinks of fighting but then she realizes that her legs want to spread for the professor. Quickly the piece of cloth is removed and Stefanie is amazed how willingly she spreads her legs even wider, offering herself for him like… exactly like what he wants from her. Then she feels the pressure his penis exerts on her tight opening and gets scared again but no one in the room pays attention. The professor continues, massaging her small firm breasts and Stefanie surrenders to him as he slowly penetrates her. She loses the fight as she always loses but this time it feels good to surrender. Right.

A short, shrill scream rings out as John thrusts into her. Stafenaie’s body goes all limp but John already knows that and the girl is so tight he doesn’t care what she feels. One way or another she will become his and the day was too successful to show restraint now. Determined, he grabs Stefanie and holds her body in place at her hips while he penetrates her roughly deeper and deeper. Then he starts thrusting and the petite girl under him suddenly comes to life like she is traines already but in reality, it’s her born instincts to a strong man. She looks submissively at him from wide eyes while her body jerks on her small mattress in his rhythm.

“Professor…” she whimpers and John grins dirtily. Even without much of a fight, he’ll never get tired of that, that’s for sure. He enjoys too much the look of a girl being imprinted on him and his cock throbs with arousal in that tight little cunt.

“This is so fucking hot…” breathes Sarah whose legs tremble under her frantic movements. And then a voice sounds from the other end of the room but neither Sarah nor Stefanie are able to answer.

“What’s going on here?” asks Kasey sleepily. Then she too gasps as she recognizes the petite girl’s body beneath the professor. “Professor Clark? What the…?”

“Kelsey,” he says icily without stopping pounding into Stefanie. The girl wraps her petite legs around his body and her arms cross behind his head while Sarah pays no attention to Kasey and continues to run her fingers through her snatch. All the while Stefanie’s whimpers fill the room. “This is none of your business.”

“But…” His iron gaze quickly silences the awakened girl as it always does with this girls.

“I don’t have time for you. You’re still new here. Expelling you from Hayworth wouldn’t take me ten minutes. So lie back down and go back to sleep.” That’s all he has to say and the professor turns back to the whimpering Stefanie while Kasey wordlessly throws the covers over her head. “Stefanie,” Professor Clark says, bringing the girl out of her stupor. “You’re afraid of the dark.”

“Yes, Professor” she whimpers as she feels something inside her she has never felt before. Something big is about to happen.

“You are afraid of your father.” The girl nods. “Shall I tell you what you need to never be afraid again?”

“Yes… Yes… Yes…” The teacher pulls his penis almost all the way out of her twitching cunt and Stefanie moans loudly in unknown frustration. Then he rams it back in, eliciting a shrill scream that the professor stifles with a hand over her mouth. Under her sheets, Kalsey’s eyes widen in pure shock… and something else.

“You just need a tight cunt…” His hands wander. “A hot ass and…” Stefanie nearly blacks out as John Clark kisses her deeply and firmly. “And a sweet mouth.” Then he grabs the girl by the hair but Stefanie already willingly follows the man. Her eyes grow wide as the powerful tip of his cock presses down on her lips. Under the covers of the other bed, Kasey watches the spectacle trough Sarah’s spread and heavy trembling legs as Stefanie begins to gag loudly. “Your father is not dark and dangerous Stefanie,” John says taking his hands to his sides. Stefanie sucks on his thing unassisted and awkwardly while he looks knowingly to the other bed. He pats Stefanie graciously and the girl tries even harder even if she doesn’t know what she’s doing. “Your father’s darkness is nothing compared to mine Stefanie. You’re mine now and you don’t need to be afraid of any darkness in the world anymore.” Coughing and spluttering, the girl tears herself away from his cock.

“Yes Professor!” she coughs, “Thank you so much.” A single tear trickles down her cheek, and then the professor is already pushing her down again and getting between her legs.

From the other bed, Kasey watches as Stefanie is fucked from one orgasm to the next, her twitching legs pushed in the cold air, her hands holding onto the professor and her whimpers silences by his lips, until she remains motionless on the rumpled sheet like a corpse. Sarah, meanwhile, has dropped to her knees and continues to finger herself while the professor gets dressed.

“Did you come?” the class president asks eagerly, her voice hoarse and her eyes fixated on her true love.

“Maybe if she tries harder” mumbles the teacher, looking down at Stefanie’s deeply sleeping body. The main thing is that he fucked her properly. And for the rest…

“I always try hard for you sir,” says Sarah and Kelsey watches the game while her fingers slide under the covers between her legs. Professor Clark looks over at the pile of sheets and grins darkly.

“Aren’t you tired?” he asks his top student.

“For you, I’ll stay awake as long as you like sir.” The professor smiles.

“You deserve a reward for your loyalty,” he says and leads the girl out of the room without turning around again. He leaves Kalsey excited and afraid but none of the feelings have any place in the room tonight as Kelsey moans out her orgasm and then goes back to sleep ashamed and confused.

by Writing Shark

Love the art

As the bell rings for the end of class, most of the girls rush out of the classroom in good spirits, looking forward to their free time that day. Professor Clark has been especially accommodating today, assigning only mild homework, and many girls say goodbye to him personally with a curtsy and a smile. Sarah and her friends also hurry out of the room, only Riley gives her roommate a glance, but then turns away from her and hurries after her friends. Cecilia Langdon sits alone in her seat, unable to raise her head or look up. She plays with her fingers and is in her own world.

Everything hurts. Her bums and her… opening down there. She knows that she was raped and she knows that she liked it anyway. While in her head these two opposites are fighting with each other, it doesn’t even occur to her to report the incident, just as the professor had predicted. She also knows what happened to her, but the young girl still can’t think about it. She still feels the man’s hands on her body, his… penis inside her and his breath on her skin. It is awful… and beautiful. Cecilia shivers while Professor Clark quietly packs up his things. Now that Felicia is not here, he has to take care of his own things and he wants her back with him soon. It sucks to have to carry his own bag. He looks at the girl who looks quite presentable in her school uniform but has a terrible aura about her. Time to change that and welcome her into the family.

“Cecilia.” The girl immediately rises without looking up and shuffles over to him. Wordlessly he hands her the bag and wordlessly she takes it. Then she follows him outside into the hallway. All the way into his office he says nothing and she does not speak.

“Professor Clark!” Only one person on Hayworth dares to call out his name without his dick inside.

“Miss Hayworth,” the man greets and stops, the student he raped right behind him. It only takes one word from Cecilia and he’s done for. John Clark has never been so close to the abyss. But he smiles, knowing what he can count on in the world.

“Where’s Miss Combton?” The older woman doesn’t care a bit about the pile of misery named Cecilia Langdon behind him, and the girl is too intimidated and just stands shyly next to her teacher. Surely she has gotten herself a punishment and so Miss Hayworth pays her no attention.

“I’m afraid my assistant is still sick,” the professor says apologetically. “It’s my fault. I took a hard toll on her the last days.”

“If you’d like a replacement, Miss Haselton is a natural.” Not a question about Felicia’s well-being.

“It would break Miss Combton’s heart.” But Miss Hayworth can always be counted on.

“This is not about things we like Mister Clark I thought you knew that. I’m not interested in apologies.”

“Yes Miss Hayworth,” the soldier replies dutifully, suppressing a grin. The woman wrinkles her nose.

“You’re still doing your job I see.” Again, she does not look at her student. The teacher nods.

“That and more Miss Hayworth, I am very grateful to work here. No other academy offers me the opportunities and resources that Hayworth can. In return, I work harder than I have to.”

“That’s commendable Mister Clark.” A genuine smile, amazing. “That’s all I ask of you. Have a good day.” Mister Clark returns the greeting and Miss Hayworth heads off to another appointment while leaving Cecilia with her rapist.

“See Cecilia?” The professor drags the girl to his office. “This is the world I want to get you out of.” Cecilia doesn’t answer, but looks up at the man who leads her through the hallways and then through the door into his office.

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“So, what do you have to say?” John looks at his student piercingly. As if of her own accord, she has moved to stand in front of his desk. It’s a reflex, just like the submissive posture.

“Nothing, Professor.” His laugh is cheeky.

“Come on girls. I thought you were all so intelligent and articulate here.”

“You…you r-raped me…”

“And you enjoyed it” comes the reply to the unfinished statement. “Very much so, in fact, as I suspect. Anyway, you were pretty wet between the legs.” He grunts. “Only Sarah was wetter.” Cecilia cocks her head.

“You have her too…”

“Of course.” The sky is blue. Professor Clark rapes girls.

“You… you’re a monster.” It amuses the teacher that none of the girls actually accuse him. Rather, it’s the realization that seems to shock them.

“Yeah, okay, I deserved that.” He looks at her out of his steely eyes. “But so do you little one. You girls would rather have a wolf than a lamb by your side.” Cecilia doesn’t understand. She knows she must be angry, shocked. But she just listens to the professor. “A lamb can’t protect you. A wolf can.” He shrugs. “But a wolf is dangerous. Cecilia, do you know how to tame a wolf?”

“N-no… P-Professor… I…” She swallows hard. She didn’t see Professor Clark as a wolf and that’s what she gets for it now. Her teacher waves her around the table and she follows the instruction without thinking about it. As she looks at the monitor on the laptop, her eyes widen.

“You give the wolf something to eat. Then you have a tame monster.”

On the screen, various life feeds run simultaneously in different windows. Cecilia gasps as she sees the extent of the professor’s atrocities. On the first feed, Amelia and Sarah lie arm in arm. They should be doing homework, but instead are caressing each other and have their hands between each other’s legs. In the other picture, Isabella is playfully licking a dildo while her panties are hanging between her legs. Riley is the wildest in the third feed, fingering herself hard while experimenting with her breasts and grinning wildly at the camera. Cecilia slaps her hands in front of her mouth.

“My God…” she gasps, but can’t take her eyes off the pictures. “You can’t do that…”

“True. But I’m doing it. I’m a wolf.” The professor slowly rises and stands behind the trembling schoolgirl in her uniform. The schoolgirl doesn’t know what to do. Her mind is blank and the images too tempting. “You like it” the teacher recognizes grinning contentedly.

“No… I ah!” It hurts but she lets his fingers go under her panties and rage between her legs. Professor Clark is rough and firm, he knows what he wants and he takes it.

“You are wet Cecilia, once again. It seems to me that you enjoy seeing your classmates like this.”

“No!” But her butt pushes toward his hand. Miss Langdon is wholly unprepared for the feelings the professor arouses in her. Desperate for a way out, she finds it in her knowledge and so falls into the trap. “You can hardly see anything…” she whispers. “I mean, uh, they’re just boring videos. Nothing special.” Sure enough, the professor’s hand pulls back. Startled, the girl realizes who she has challenged. The thought of the professor makes her turn away from the monitor. He looks at her sternly and Cecilia feels dizzy. His eyes pierce her and she feels unsure.

“Take off your panties and open your blouse,” he says coldly and Cecilia obeys immediately. Everything in her head screams she should disobey him. It’s not rape if she does it willingly. But a lustful scream from Riley makes her head spin around. The girl’s body has slipped half out of the camera’s field of view and all you can see is a twitching butt and wildly twitching fingers between her trembling legs. A heavy hand goes between Cecilia’s shoulder blades and she follows the instruction without John having to apply much pressure. She bends over the table, her face in front of the screen on which her classmates are pleasuring themselves. Her entire field of vision is taken up by skin, sweat and private parts.

“Professor… please…” She doesn’t know what she’s asking him to do. Then she cries out briefly. Again he is not gentle, takes what he wants. But this time the girl spreads her legs a little more.

“What would you do differently?” he asks as he buries his hand in her hair and pushes her head toward the monitor.

“W-what…?” she gasps as her vision blurs. Never before has Cecilia experienced these feelings and beneath the pain is something she knows, loves and fears. Beneath the humiliation and fear, something stirs.

“What would you do differently with the cams?” The professor doesn’t sound strained. “My girls are pretty and obedient but understand as much about media as they do about the outside world.” He leans over Cecila, buries her under him, and his free hand plays with her breasts. The girl breathes faster as she watches Sarah dive between Amelia’s legs, a cheeky grin on her face.

“I would… oh god… I would… more angles… better… Technique… ha… ha… I would… film it myself.” What was she saying? The professor pulls her up by her curly hair, pressing her against his body and his cock into her. Cecilia jerks and pushes her back through, all on her own.

“Are you telling me you could film it better than the girls?”

“Yes… Oh God… yes…”

“You’re a little pervert, I’ve always known that.” The mockery only drives the schoolgirl harder. Is this what she wants? Is this rape? “Do you want to join in?” Everything blurs before Cecilia’s eyes. She doesn’t want to ‘join in’, whatever that means… does she? She doesn’t want to participate in the exploitation of other, innocent girls. But the girls seem to want to… And Cecilia is finding it harder and harder to tell right from wrong. There is only the cock inside her, the professor and his words that make more and more sense. “You could let your perversion run wild. Do what you wanted as long as I approved it. You could help the girls realize their true potential and blossom yourself in the process.”

“Yes…”

“You could combine your passion for filming and photography with your… new passion.”

“New passion?” The professor pauses to pump into her and Cecilia knows what he means. No, it’s not rape. And even if it were, by now she wouldn’t care. She rocks back and forth on her petite legs, feeling the professor inside her.

“Willing little bitch,” the man grunts, increasing the pace. It doesn’t take long and Cecilia comes again. Two orgasms in one day would have to be enough to make the girl compliant. Otherwise, he still has the photos. But when he looks at the petite body lying on his desk, breathing sheerly, that won’t be necessary. Still, he is a man of caution. He spins the girl around, pulls out her camera and snaps a few pictures of the exhausted student. Then he pulls the memory card out of the Nikon, replaces it with a new, blank one, and reaches it out to the girl who is struggling to get dressed. “Go to the girls and make it look better” he orders and Cecilia nods and makes the curtsy. “It won’t take long and it will feel normal,” he tells her and grins when he sees the expression on her face. She’ll be back for more.

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“Cecilia!” exclaims Riley startled as the girl suddenly stands in the room. The still inexperienced girl forgot to lock her door and only pulled a thin curtain in front of her bunk bed which Cecilia now just pulled aside. “What are you doing?”

“You’re doing it all wrong” the other girl simply says and Riley looks questioningly at her roommate. She’s getting anxious should the professor be disappointed in her. But most of all, he would be very angry if she revealed the secret that surrounds them all.

“Wait… what?” Cecilia kneels with one leg on the mattress and Riley sees that her blouse is unbuttoned. All at once, fear turns to anticipation. Her roommate is now part of the group, too.

“The professor said I should spice up your videos a bit.” A shy smile crosses Cecilia’s face.

“Did he… with you…” The student nods, not really looking outraged. Riley pulls down her loose fitting shirt a little more. She knows the videos go straight to the professor and he doesn’t like it when the action is interrupted.

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To assuage his lust, the professor has brought Isabella into the office. While the girl gasps and chokes on his cock, he looks at Cecilia’s work. And it is indeed work. Riley’s little webcam now captures most of the room and now serves only for observation while Riley slowly and tenderly strokes herself for Cecilia. The art-loving student has found an obedient model to try different things on in the just freshly trained Riley. It does not take long and the comments become commands that Riley carefully follows. Both girls are still inexperienced, but the professor knows that this will change with time and strokes Isabella’s head, who tries hard to swallow his boner whole.

“Rub yourself faster and spread your legs more” comes the instructions from the speaker. After that comes moaning. But the camera work is really good for a young girl. Riley presents herself in full glory and smiles into the lens while Cecilia takes advantage of all the space. While Riley lies completely naked in the middle of the room on the floor, one hand between her legs, the other behind her head, Cecilia meanwhile wears only her white shirt which is wide open and reveals the view of her stiff nipples.

The professor wonders how long it will last as he feels Isabella’s tongue on his cock. The girl looks up at him from faithful eyes while he pays her just a little attention. Rather, the teacher wonders how much longer it will be before the two girls are all over each other on his monitor. But Cecilia remains steadfast and concentrates on filming. This makes the teacher proud but still… He grabs Isabella’s head, presses himself deep into her and empties himself relaxed in her throat while the girl twitches under him. After a while she comes up snorting and with her face smeared.

“Was I good professor?” she asks with a soft smile. Her teacher throws her a towel.

“Get dressed and send Amelia to me. Then take Sarah to Riley.”

“Yes sir” the girl nods and fixes her outfit.

“Let’s see what it takes to make a lesbian out of this little one.”

A few minutes later there is a tentative knock on the door and Professor Clark lets Amelia enter.

“Professor.” A curtsy as usual. She is not surprised that the man is naked, nor that he does not give her a glance. Just then the other two girls appear for Cecilia’s film session. Professor Clark points to his cock and Amelia giggles happily as she pulls down her panties under her blue skirt and then sits down on her lover’s lap with her legs wide apart. Together the two watch as Cecilia’s dams break as Sarah pulls her down to her and Riley while Isabella fingers the professor’s juice from her hole and smears it all over her friends’ faces. Soon Cecilia does the same and already John has added a factor to the marketing point.

by Writing Shark

The art of breaking a girl

While the other students are already going to recess, Cecilia Langdon continues to work on her painting in the school’s studio. She is still eager to finish the drawing of an apple tree and the brush is well in her delicate fingers. Her white shirt is stained with paint splatters but she wears them like a badge. It bothers her a bit that she has to change the shirt in favor of her school uniform as soon as the next lesson starts, her uniform is fashionable but nothing special. Something else bothers the girl more though and that is the behavior of her roommate Riley Kirkland. As Cecilia carefully runs the brush across the canvas, she can’t really concentrate.

She doesn’t really know Rily well, but has seen her often enough with her friends. But now that the group has been separated and Professor Clark has messed up the order of the rooms, the blonde girl has been like a changed person. Cecilia can understand that and has done her best to help her roommate, but to no avail. Not that things have gotten worse, quite the opposite. Something happened and now Riley has changed even more. She barely speaks anymore, is not quick-tempered, and is often mentally absent. During breaks and free time she still spends every free minute with her friends, but still Cecilia can’t shake the feeling that something is different. She grins and looks at the colors in front of her. Of course she knows what is different. Professor John Clark. But the girl doesn’t want to think about teachers, as attractive and exciting as they may be. Art does not tolerate distractions and….

The door to the studio opens and Cecilia turns to see who else is coming here now. Her fingers close tighter around the brush and her hand begins to tremble as she recognizes her teacher. She quickly turns away from him and back to the canvas. Maybe he’s not here for her. But the man’s presence immediately takes over the space he now steps into. He pulls the door to the studio closed behind him and Cecilia listens to his footsteps in the silent and sunlit room. This man… what is it about him, she thinks to herself, but can’t form an answer. Like all girls, she feels small and perhaps a bit helpless in his presence, but unlike the others, she can take refuge in her art, a field in which the professor has no title. Politics and history are different from art and photography, her hobbies. But still, her hand begins to tremble when she hears his footsteps. In a moment, he’s standing next to her.

“Miss Langdon.” Her brush slips, drawing a green line across the painting. Spoiled. It took only one sentence from him. Cecilia collects herself, has no time to think about the wasted work, and turns to the professor.

“Professor Clark” she greets him and does the obligatory curtsy. The man smiles and Cecilia feels… funny. She can’t remember what she might have done to earn his kindness. By now, the girls in her class – and several others at the school – are aware of the demands the professor makes on the Hayworth’s angels. Many try their best at pleasing him, but Cecilia has so far successfully resisted. Her art does not depend on a man or a woman, only on her. That’s why her own reaction disturbs her even more when the professor pushes past her and looks at her painting without asking, one hand on the shoulder bag at his hip.

“That looks good Miss Langdon” praises Professor Clark and Cecilia finds herself grinning stupidly behind him. She clears her throat.

“Thank you, Professor.” Then she twirls a strand out of her bushy hair and plays around with it. She quickly closes her eyes and tries to settle down, but is stopped by the professor.

“I thought you specialized in portraits,” he says. “And I mean to have heard you sketch your own photos?”

“Y-Yes Professor” nods the student, trying to overlook the large green spot as the professor probably does. She is grateful to him for that and also that he doesn’t ask what caused the stain. “It’s easier to trace from a photo. The light only has to be right once and you have time.” She smiles nervously, feeling good. So far, only her art teacher has taken an interest in her work. Riley mentioned something along those lines once too, but then quickly got hogged back by the professor and her friends.

“And the portraits?” Cecilia shakes her head. She completely forgot the first part of the question. Very embarrassing. But the professor just waves it off and asks the next question. “Weren’t you going to do a portrait of Miss Kirkland?”

“Uh… yes… Professor.” Cecilia rocks from one foot to the other. How is she supposed to explain something to him for which she herself has no answer? Once again the professor has managed to make a convinced girl doubt herself inside.

“Riley has changed in the last few days, hasn’t she?” The student is grateful to her teacher for the help and hopes he won’t notice her relief, in vain.

“Yes. Very much so.” Then she frowns. “It doesn’t feel right to draw someone who isn’t himself anymore.” Professor Clark sits down at a table on which lie used paint cans, old brushes and sketches. He crosses his muscular arms in front of his chest and examines his student from his dark, deep eyes. Cecilia knows what the spasming of her labia means but her desire is nipped in the bud for now.

“But shouldn’t you know your friends?” Young Miss Langdon looks to the floor and the professor grunts. “Thought so. You don’t really have any friends here, do you?” Cecilia doesn’t answer, afraid the professor will ask more questions. But he doesn’t need questions. “You see the world through your camera.” Cecilia nods. Until now, this had never bothered her, but now she feels lonely. Alone in the large studio, with only the professor. He looks at his watch, grins, and then looks at her painting. “Your teacher thinks you’re her best student. I can see why.” He rises, leaves his bag at the table, and turns his attention back to her painting. This time, the art does not give Cecilia comfort. Instead, it is a source of anxiety, the green stain on the painting ugly and unmistakable. The professor runs a finger through the green paint; Cecilia’s stomach aches. “You see the world through your camera, you have nothing but your art. That’s why you’re so good.” He rubs his fingers together and looks at her with a neutral expression. “That’s what your teacher says too.” He turns to the girl. “And yet you make mistakes.” Cecilia flinches as he grabs her hand and pulls her stumbling beside him.

“I’m sorry professor,” the girl mutters meekly, ashamed to be so submissive.

“It doesn’t have to,” the man consoles her. “I respect people who follow their calling. I did too, and I would do it again and again.” Now Cecilia Langdon understands what her classmates find in the professor. Her art teacher has never spoken to her like this. With the woman, who seems to be stuck in the 70s by the style of dress, only the technique counts, not the soul of the picture. And yet she is even known at Hayworth as a liberal. Then Professor Clark sets his well-tried trap. “You’re part of my class…Cecilia. And even though we don’t share the same areas of expertise I think we could benefit from each other.”

“How Professor?” That she asks so eagerly astonishes the girl, but satisfies the hunter. He doesn’t even have to make an effort or explain to her why she led herself held by him so closely.

“I’m working with some students on a special project I could use your help on.” Cecilia’s eyes light up.

“Painting or photography?” She is pleased that the professor seems to have managed to combine her special skills with his.

“Photography. The girls, which includes Miss Kirkland, could use someone who knows about photos and videos.” The young girl can hardly believe her luck. Can it really be that Professor Clark welcomes her into his world even though she has nothing to show for it? And does he respect her for something that doesn’t even interest him personally? Both are points that have never been united in her life so far. Either it was only art and friends didn’t matter, or she was among people who shared nothing of her interests. Even her classmates in the studio are completely focused on their progress, playing into the hands of Mister Clark once again.

“I’d really like to help you!” the student says enthusiastically, jumping up and down with joy. “What is your project about?” The professor laughs.

“You know me, Cecilia.” Now she understands how nice it is to be called by his first name. “I need your loyalty first.”

“You have it!” the girl exclaims exuberantly. “I’m so glad someone understands my hobbies and yet I’m not…” she hesitates.

“Still, I’m not alone,” John Clark finishes the sentence. “Don’t worry. If I can trust you and you’ve proven yourself, you’ll never be alone again, I can promise you that.” Cecilia is too excited to notice his almost invisible smile. “And while you’re at it, you’ll get to practice your art, too.”

“I’m in!” With an offer like that, Cecilia can’t refuse.

“Then let’s celebrate!” says the teacher, taking the wine bottle out of his shoulder bag. Cecilia looks at him with wide eyes.

---

Her shyness doesn’t survive the third glass of wine, however, and she doesn’t even think about the fact that she should have been in class long ago. Professor Clark, who has not yet reported back to the office, only remembers that the corridors and the studio are now closed for the next few hours. Cecilia is already staggering a bit but bravely holds her glass. The girl is a fighter and John respects that. It wasn’t just her loneliness and the pressure of school that encouraged her to drink.

“A-And my sister,” the girl slurs lightly now. “She’s always so suuuper successful.” Even Professor Clark has heard other teachers talk of Scarlet Langdon, violinist of the master class.

“It must be exhausting to always have to compete with your sister. But you have talents too Cecilia.” The girl’s face turns red and the professor is once again amazed at what a little encouragement can do. Thank God for the father complex.

It only takes a few words, a few sentences to Cecilia and she is helplessly at his mercy. It is the mixture of alcohol and praise that makes even this strong girl sink down. She leans against her professor and is more relaxed than ever before. When he asks her about her photos, she doesn’t even remember that he is actually a stranger.

“These are really good Cecilia,” John says, making the girl laugh. He quickly zaps through the various albums on the expensive Nikon camera. Money has never been an issue for these girls. “But one thing bothers me about it.” He looks to the girl who is eyeing him intently and with awe. “You know what?” She shakes her head, completely focused on him. “There are no pictures of you in there at all.” He smiles kindly and goes for the final blow. “No wonder you don’t know yourself if you leave yourself out of your art.” It all makes sense to Cecilia. “Come on.” The professor raises the camera. “You’ll feel better when you can show the world what the real you is.”

---

A few minutes later, the eighteen-year-old girl is lolling in front of the camera. The professor gave her the final push when he insisted that she wear her paint-stained blouse instead of her uniform. The girl doesn’t even need music to move and the professor eagerly snaps pictures. It feels different from marking targets for a missile strike but the basic idea remains the same. And Cecilia plays her part brilliantly in the play that will seal her doom. The alcohol in her blood does its part but the professor’s words are the real reasons for the young girl.

“Fantastic” he applauds as Cecilia plays with the brush in her hand. She enjoys being seen, recognized and admired. Her sister has gotten everything so far but now it’s her turn. She smiles gratefully at her teacher, pleased and doing everything he tells her. “Stretch your leg a little. That’s good. And tilt your head. Perfect. You look fantastic.” Cecilia laughs boisterously, enjoying the click of the camera capturing her body. “Now pull your shirt down.” Cecilia falters. What did the professor say?

“W-what?” she asks, but keeps moving and swinging her hips. She must have just misheard.

“Pull your shirt down.” The man still sounds friendly and brings the request across so naturally that Cecilia’s hands move to her shoulders as if of their own accord. At the last moment, she pauses.

“B-But you can’t…” she mutters, “Y-you’re m-my teacher…” Professor Clark looks very disappointed and as he lowers the camera, young Miss Langdon’s heart grows heavy.

“That’s right Miss Langdon,” he says distressed. “I’m your teacher.” Then his features harden and before her again stands the cold, calculating man she knows from class. Only unlike a few days ago, she now has no shield against his coldness. “I know what’s right for you.”

“I-I know… but…” It’s just too hard.

“I understand.” The man turns eagerly, takes her camera, and turns to leave.

“Wait!” Without thinking about it, Cecilia strips the white stained blouse from her body, exposing her small breasts and petite nipples. A shiver rolls down her spine as she realizes how easy it was to undress in front of a strange man and how little interest he seems to have in her nakedness. Much more important to him seems to be her obedience.

“Good girl,” he says proudly, and the girl smiles shyly. “Now move again.” It takes a while and her movements are clumsy but soon she has the ground out. The next step is easy. “Touch yourself.”

“Professor, you can’t.” But her fingers touch her stiff buds as if by themselves. Realizing how aroused she is she looks at the professor ignorantly.

“You’re a natural. Just do what your body tells you and you’ll feel good.”

“I trust you” she whispers as her hands go under her breasts and lift them. The manic click of the camera tells her she’s doing a good job, and the feeling of being at his mercy turns into a feeling of security.

“Now the pants.” And her white denim shorts immediately fall to the floor. “Paint on your panties.” With a giggle, she follows the order. Professor Clark gives precise instructions, clearly spoken but his reactions to her obedience are warm and encouraging. Maybe it’s the alcohol in her blood but her head is spinning. Everything is happening too fast. Professor Clark is evil, she realizes that now. She knows what he is doing, that he is taking advantage of her. Then she feels his hands on her body. She didn’t even notice that the camera stopped clicking. Then she feels his fingers on her breasts, her belly and… “You are a wet little girl,” he says and is right. He is right about everything.

“You are good to me professor.” No matter what he does, she no longer thinks about the rivalry between her and her sister or the messed up art project. She knows what’s going on with Riley, with the other girls. “You abuse me.” But she doesn’t accuse him.

“You’re a smart girl.” He pulls away and Cecilia feels cool air against her naked body. She hasn’t even noticed that he has undressed her completely. Then the clicking starts again. “Touch yourself.” Cecilia obeys. It feels good, forbidden, dirty. She is afraid. But most of all, she feels pleasure. And she is grateful. So many feelings and thoughts buzzing under her curly hair.

“Professor…I don’t…know…” His lips press to hers and she returns the kiss eagerly.

“But I do.” With that, he lifts her body into the air and Cecilia wraps her legs around his hips by her own.

“Professor… please…” She doesn’t know what she’s asking but the professor grants her wish either way. Her tender bottom plops down on the side table, brushes and utensils falling to the floor. A short cry as he penetrates her, a pain as her virginity is taken. John puts his hand over Cecilia’s mouth and squeezes hard. Her eyes tear open as he fucks into her, looking at him in fear. Her body jerks under him but her legs press against him even as her head screams ‘no’. Her mouth only brings out moans and whimpers.

“You’re a good little girl” John growls in her ear in a clinical voice and Cecilia doesn’t know what to feel. She is being raped and everything in her screams for help and for it to stop but her arms hold the professor as tight as they can. Then her mind goes blank as an orgasm runs through her body making her shake and wash all the silly thoughts out of her. “Good girl,” she hears in her ears and is happy. Then it is already over. A last whimper escapes her throat as the professor separates from her. She wants to ask him to stay, to spend the whole day with her, the whole week. But she doesn’t dare.

“That was wrong…” she can only say, astonished herself at how weak her argument sounds.

“Come to my office after class,” John says without acknowledging her words. “Then we’ll find a use for you that suits you.” He leaves the studio without another word, leaving the naked girl sitting on the table.

For the rest of the day, he thinks only conditionally about the latest addition to his possessions. That Cecilia will make trouble is out of the question. He has the photos and she is smart enough to know that he can end her reputation with them. Besides, she had fun. As he teaches his class, the door opens quietly behind him and he grins when he sees the freshly dressed girl.

“You’re late Miss Langdon.” Cecilia looks at him out of blank eyes. He recognizes the desire in her to say what happened.

“Excuse me, Professor,” she says softly and bows. Her legs are slightly spread, she is in pain. The professor grins.

“It was your first time Cecilia,” he says with stern kindness. “Was what you did worth the trouble with me?” She looks at him stunned, then her eyes move to the camera on his desk. She nods her head.

“Then I’ll let your slip slide. Stay after class.” Cecilia looks at him out of wide eyes. A shadow settles over her face. She opens her mouth, wanting to say something. The professor’s smile remains.

“Yes Professor Clark” she gives up and sits down, face twitching as her butt touches the hard bench. Professor Clark continues with his lesson.

by Writing Shark

SitRep

With awe Felicia watches as the men gather around a small table on which John has scribbled some notes. None of the soldiers are bothered by her presence and that makes the woman proud. Apparently, they all think she is a good trained slut and she lovingly looks at her master for this gift. Quietly, she watches as the men divide up their beloved Hayworth School for special girls, angels, and determine the fate of so many with military precision and male indifference.

“My plan calls for the following structure,” says John. “With the four girls, I have laid a foundation. They are willing and we can rely on them. With their help, I plan to grow the operation slowly but surely. At first, I don’t expect much income and we’ll have to be frugal.”

“What assets do you have?” asks Augustus.

“The four girls make videos that I put on the Internet. Anonymously on a special website. No ads or names. Let them get accustomed, create attention.”

“That’ll be quick,” Augustus says with a grin, and John nods. “I’m more worried about OpSec.”

“What do we need?” asks John. Augustus considers for a few seconds.

“It’s not about the girls. If it’s really as simple as you say then quantity doesn’t matter. The stakes are important. We have to allocate our resources. Not every one of the girls will volunteer, that much is clear. No matter how much damage the school has done, sex for money is serious business.” Everyone nods. “We need a way to make them compliant.”

“That’s what I’ll do,” says Caligula monotonously, and that’s the end of the matter. “I need a place to work.”

“You shall have it” promises John.

“We all need that” says Augustus as Hadrian and Vespasian look on, arms folded in front of their chests. “We can’t run the operation from the hotel.”

“I’ll get to the safe house soon,” John says. “First, the technical structure.” With this looks turn at Augustus again, who Felicia suspects is some kind of planner for the group.

“Tech. Very simple. I’ll take a look at your site and see if we can expand that.”

“What about other types of use?” asks Hadrian. “Internet appeals to a broad crowd but the money is in specific uses.” John nods.

“Security,” says Caligula. “Influence, money, shielding, protection.”

“Marketing, expansion,” adds Vespasian. Grinning, John reaches into his jacket and pulls out a folder with the school logo. The men look inside and Felicia leans forward a bit, but can’t see anything. It’s not her job to be informed, either. The men emit appreciative whistles.

“We shouldn’t doubt you,” says Hadrian reverently, putting a hand on his superior’s shoulder appreciatively.

“It’s like Karachi,” John says with a grin. “I’m not sending you in there without a plan.” He looks around at his men. “The OP is new to us but…” he looks at Felicia. His pet smiles loyally at her owner. She’s eager to prove herself to the men. “We need an inside man on all this. And someone for the money. I’ll take care of that.”

“What about us?” asks Hadrian. The professor smiles.

“My first order to you is to familiarize yourselves with the merchandise.” All eyes move to Felicia who begins to tremble slightly. “No scruples. Keep your eyes on the business, the money and the power you will soon have. But no restraint. Quick and decisive.” He gets moving and begins to dress while Vespasian and Caligula sit down on the bed next to Felicia. “First, I’ll take care of marketing and expansion. Hadrian, you take care of a safe house. Look at the data I gave you. Caligula, OpSec, and Vespasian…” The man looks to his boss, his hand already on Felicia’s chest. “Don’t damage the goods.” With that, he leaves the room, leaving the young teacher alone with the four men.

---

“Hgnnyeees fuck me! You are so good! Your cock is destroying me! Keep going!” Felicia’s body aches, her throat hurts from screaming. She can’t breathe while the soldier roughly pushes her head into the pillows and fucks her body into the sweatty mattress. With savage slaps to her ass, he fires the woman up to keep going and Felicia works herself into a self-destructive frenzy to please him and John. “Do everything to me! Punish me! Fuck your horny little whore to pieces!” Her mind races to think up more and more insults for herself while Vespasian pulls her ass up and sinks deep into her smacking cunt. With dry lips and aching back, the young teacher stretches towards her rapist and screams as loud as she can into the pillows until her lungs burn.

“Go on you fucking whore” growls the man above her and pinches her ass with all his might. It hurts terribly and Felicia’s skin is sore and sensitive but she screams even louder, insulting herself and her womanhood as best she can to do her duty.

“Please forgive me for being so inadequate. Your cock is just too powerful. It hurts so gooood! Please keep going!” And he does for the next few minutes. The two are alone in Vespasian’s room and the newly trained whore, as usual, does everything the man asks of her. Finally he lets go of her, pushes her off the bed with a nasty laugh and opens the laptop next to him.

“Clean yourself up you fat sow and leave me alone.”

“Thank you sir for using me” Felicia croaks and quickly rushes to the bathroom. Under the shower and the warm water she is alone for a moment. She wants to cry and feel sorry for herself as she carefully feels her aching ass while cum runs down her leg into the drain. But she can’t wipe the smile off her face no matter how much she remembers how bad things are. She knows John will be happy with her obedience to his soldiers and that makes the young woman happy. She knows she needs him in her life, his praise, protection and care. It is not the first time today that she has come to Vespasian’s room but the second. He and Caligula make her move between their rooms like a package that no one wants, but she doesn’t mind. The pain is nothing compared to having to wonder if the beautiful woman will be alone for the rest of her life. The humiliation nothing compared to what Miss Hayworth and some stuck up students did to her. And someday she will surely see John again, he will take her in his arms and tell her that she did a good job, that she helped. With a smile, she cleans her firm breasts, her belly and her vagina of sweat, spit and cum, then dries her hair and leaves Vespasian with his work that John told him to do.

---

“Hey sweetie, I’m back” she flutters and leans seductively into the door frame. Caligula is really gigantic just like his cock. Sleeping with him is an ordeal that is only rewarded through an orgasm. Where Vespasian is brutal and efficient, knowing exactly how much pain to dish out to get what he wants, Caligula is almost timid. “I missed you,” the woman tells him when he doesn’t turn from his laptop which looks tine compared to his massive shoulders. She can see pictures of guns and ammunition on it. He too takes his job seriously and where Vespasian seems to enjoy having a free cunt in the room Caligula seems to see it more as an order from his superior. He even gave her a startled look when she contorted her face in pain.

“Are you cleaned up?” he asks without turning around.

“Yes, honey. I was thinking about you in the shower.” She laughs cutely and sits down on his bed waiting. The towel still remains on her body as he seems to enjoy undressing her. Felicia really feels like a whore. Her goal is to make the men who sleep with her and fuck her feel good and in the team John commands there are several personalities. For a woman who has hardly had sex before, this is exciting and all the men are fixated on her… more or less. Only John seems to have the gift of giving himself completely to Felicia and that is why she loves him. For him, she is the mission and if she has to have sex with strange men for it then she does it willingly. Even if she has to pretend for Vespasian that this is not the case. The young trainee teacher feels her swollen, sore and twitching pussy. She wants more. It is her destiny. Lithely rising from the bed, she walks over to Caligula and tries to wrap her arms around his massive frame. “John did say you should sleep with me,” she whispers in his ear. “But I want it too.” Caligula slowly turns around to face her. “Really,” she tells him. “I want to please John and I want it to be good for you too.”

A short time later, the woman is bouncing up and down on Caligula’s huge log. He lies on his back on the bed, even supporting her so she doesn’t impale herself too deeply on him in her madness. Felicia rides him cowgirl and looks him in the eyes while showing him that she likes it. It is so exciting to see the reactions a man can have when she make love to him and as a teacher Felicia is happy that her students will soon have this feeling too. Even if no one let her in on it, the words were clear. And sooner or later it has to happen. Felicia wants to gain as much experience as possible to be able to help Sarah and the others when they meet their first real men.

“You feel so good” she breathes to the giant beneath her and leans down to him. “My students are going to love your cock.” Caligula moans out and wraps his arms around the giggling woman as he pumps a massive load into her. “Thank you honey” she whispers and kisses him on the cheek.

Then she showers again, this time an even bigger grin on her lips. Her life is good.

---

The next morning Felicia is awakened by voices. She opens her eyes and has to remember which of the four men she fell asleep with and also which of the men is responsible for the cum that has dried on her belly, face and between her thighs. She recognizes the backs of two men bending over a laptop on a table. To her surprise, one of the muscular backs belongs to her owner.

“John?” She shakes as her owner turns around. “I’m sorry I overslept. Please let me suck your cock as an apology. I promise not to cum either.” The man next to her is Hadrian. Now she remembers. It had taken him a long time to give himself to her, but then twice. Then she had spent two hours under the table of Augustus who had worked hard like all the other men. Finally she had showered again and had returned for a third round to Hadrian who had blessed her with his sperm and then sent her to bed. It is he who looks at John with incredulous abandon.

“That little girl’s really got it.” John laughs and leaves Felicia on the bed. Now there’s work to be done. The sun has just come up and he has Ariana Haselton covering for him for half a day. The excuse Felicia is sick and he wanted to check on her had pleased her young friend, but enraged Miss Hayworth. After the promise to stay longer in the office today, however, she had given her blessing. Sarah and Amelia had also gotten his blessing and had gone to Miss Haselton’s class with dripping pussies and the taste of cum. Now John had his mind and schedule free to fulfill his plan.

“You have no idea what’s in store for you buddy,” he tells Hadrian with a grin, remembering the grateful eyes of Amelia when he had given her most of his sperm. “These girls… you won’t believe it.” He feels his close friend’s hand on his shoulder.

“We were all getting used to the… new situation yesterday.” He smirks and they both look over at Felicia who smiles shyly with red cheeks. “But the question exists. We have many options and there are many risks. We haven’t done OPs on home soil in a long time. What do you want to tackle first?” John considers and looks at the data on the laptop.

“Photo work, marketing and expansion,” he says firmly, and Hadrian nods. “We don’t even have to leave the academy for that.” His subordinate hesitates a bit and Felicia watches from the bed as he struggles with his words and finally looks at her. “You can speak freely H” Callsign Caesar says good-naturedly. “It is incessant that we see in the merchandise not people but means to an end.”

“I would never tell you something like that in front of witnesses,” the other man admits. “I mean, I see it the same way you do. The world has gone off the rails.” Hadrian opens a folder on the laptop and Felicia, who doesn’t mind being called a commodity, again sees the faces of her students on the monitor. “But…” He doesn’t speak further.

“I understand you,” John growls. “And I felt…feel the same way.” Both men look again at Felicia who is a little uncomfortable. “This is the big game here. We’re not petty criminals looking to make some dough with a quick fuck. We’re soldiers. We are professionals. I’ve already bagged the easy prey. Now comes the real work. And we don’t just give the customers a quick fuck, I promise you that.” Felicia listens attentively. It makes her proud that the men in the room don’t see her as a threat and let her listen. “We’re selling an idea. The idea of freedom.”

“So it’s business as usual?” laughs Hadrian a little uncertainly.

“Everything as usual. Except we get paid better, have as much sex as we want, and we know we’ve done worse things than prostitute young girls. Oh and the beds are better as well.” Hadrian sighs.

“Okay boss. Then I’ll think of ways to make the little buggers compliant.” John wants to say something but Felicia clears her throat.

“Sir, Master, may I say something?” John looks at her and then nods. “Mr. Hadrian, I think the best way to make the girls compliant is to grab them where my master already has them. They all want a strong guiding hand. They’re all insecure. And the ones it doesn’t work on, you can use blackmail on them.”

“Keep talking” her owner praises her and Hadrian raises his eyebrows.

“Mr. Hadrian, my owner is a teacher there.” Felicia smiles nastily as she thinks of destroying Miss Hayworth’s beloved project. “Grades are these girls’ world.” The two men look at each other speechlessly.

“Now I feel like a stupid grunt,” gasps Hadrian in shock. “That I didn’t think of that…”

“But you fucked me very intelligently Mr Hadrian” Felicia mutters, blushing. “And the friendships formed by my owner we can take advantage of too.” She takes a breath. “If he’ll allow me, I’ll make a diagram of the students’ connections right away.”

“That was supposed to come later, but I like the way you think, Felicia,” John Clark says, nodding graciously to his posession. Of course he has already thought of it but Felicia is still proud to be able to help him. “And we can use the other girls too.”

---

The two men brood over the plans some more and Felicia watches them go. Finally, her owner rises and kisses her on the forehead. Her womb is flooded with lust but she holds still for him. Then John leaves the hotel to return to school and Hadrian stays behind with her.

“You really love him” the man finally says and looks at the woman. Felicia nods.

“I’ll do anything for him.” For a moment the man is still struggling with himself, looking at the monitor, the images of still innocent and already corrupted schoolgirls, and then turns to the woman.

“Take your clothes off,” he finally says, brushing down his shirt. “No remorse.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir.”

by Writing Shark

Reinforcements

The steps of the four men are precise and in exactly the same beat. Quickly and without moving their piercing eyes, they rush through the crowd of people toward Felicia, who feels very undersized with the small shield in her trembling hands. The people at the city’s airport clear the way for the group of men, who are as obviously soldiers as they can be. Immediately they remind the young woman of her master and, like John, none of the four men care about the stares and whispers that surround them. Then, like one man, they stop in front of Felicia and each place two heavy black bags beside them.

“Combton?” asks the man standing closest to her. The woman just nods, her mouth dry.

“John sent me,” she says as agreed and the man who spoke to her looks at the cardboard sign in her delicate hands.

“ODA 246, ha, long time no hear.” He turns to his comrades and nods. They pick up the heavy bags again and Felicia has to hurry to get back in front of the group. At least she’s not wearing high-heeled shoes today. Her ponytail bobs eagerly back and forth as she leads the men quickly to the parking lot in front of the airport. She has spent much of the last few days preparing for the team’s arrival and has spent little time with her John. I wonder how many girls he has fucked, she thinks to herself and has to grin. In the past that thought would have filled her with brutal revulsion, now she gets wet thinking about it. After all, she knows what awaits Sarah and the others.

---

Without breaking the speed limit, Felicia drives the four men in her small car from the outlying airport to a small exit. The men don’t talk much and John has told Felicia to keep her mouth shut and do whatever they tell her. Most of all…

“Excuse me,” she breathes, and the men look at her. “I have to ask which one of you is… uh… Hadrian.” The name sounds funny but the men grin. Three of them squeeze onto the back bench and another sits next to Felicia. Dressed casually they are all but their muscles strain the polo shirts they wear.

“Caesar has always been into OpSec,” the man next to her laughs, putting his hand on her thigh. Felicia winces, but then relaxes. She knows what is expected of her. “I’m Hadrian.”

“I’m supposed to do whatever you tell me to do,” the woman says. “And John said to take you to this hotel.” She holds out a brochure to the man next to her.

“We’ve stayed in worse. When is he meeting us there?”

“Tonight as soon as school closes.”

“Shit,” grins another of the men. He’s not quite as massive compared to the others. “Caesar’s really serious about this.”

“Since when does he joke about stuff like that?” asks another man with thick black glasses on his nose. The fourth man, a real tough mountain of a guy, doesn’t say a word and just stares out the window.

Felicia doesn’t know why John chose this hotel, but suspects it’s the absence of a doorman. The check-in is automatic, as the hotel specializes in people passing through from the airport. The four men lead the way from the moment they leave the car, pulling the trainee teacher along with them. It doesn’t take long for the small group to find themselves in a corridor on the middle floor of the building.

“Everyone has a room,” grunts the man Felicia is to call Hadrian.

“So no snoring from Caligula” laughs the man with the glasses, and Caligula the mountain just grunts. Hadrian hands each of the men a key and then turns to Felicia.

“You’re coming with me.” The tone is the same as her master’s.

“Of course.” As if of her own accord, Felicia adopts the same submissive posture and follows the man into the room.

“Sit down,” he says after setting the bags down. The junior teacher sits down on the edge of the bed as instructed, pressing her thighs together and placing her hands in her lap while Hadrian scans the room, checking windows and doors, then nods in satisfaction. “I’ll be right back,” he says, pulling out his room card. “Don’t touch anything. If you look in the bags, I’ll break your hands.” Felicia turns pale.

“I o-obey, of course,” she says. “John ordered it. I o-obey him and d-do what he says. Everything.” Hadrian laughs and leaves the room. For the next fifteen minutes, Felicia waits in the room, shivering slightly. She is afraid to move. But she’s also wet between her thighs. She misses John and is desperate to do everything the way he told her.

Finally Hadrian enters the room again, his medium-length hair is wet and he has a towel in his hand. He heedlessly throws it on the bed and himself right after it. Felicia squeals in surprise as the well-trained body comes to lie next to her but Hadrian doesn’t care.

“You do everything I say?” he asks, and Felicia feels the same sensation as she did with the professor. The men are very much alike except for one difference. Felicia loves John Clark. And she doesn’t know if it’s love for him or fear of him that tells her to obey. Or maybe it’s both.

“Yes. Anything you want.” She even smiles a little and obeys immediately as Hadrian taps the bed beside her.

“Lie down with me,” he says, pulling off his khaki shorts and socks. His shirt follows and Felicia watches him closely as he undresses. Then she reaches under her blouse.

“Don’t,” Hadian growls, pulling her next to him. The young woman snuggles into him and waits for orders. “I’ve flown too far for screwing. Any idea when Caesar’s coming?”

“W-who?” Hadrian grins wearily without opening his eyes.

“I thought you little girls were smart and knew about history.” Then he grumbles. “No matter, either. I’m Hadrian, the big guy is Caligula, the one with the glasses is Vespasian, and the last one is Augustus. And Mister John is Caesar.”

“I see,” Felicia murmurs, thinking back to her lessons. Then she feels Hadrian’s strong hand on her butt.

“So? What time is Caesar coming?”

“Maybe twenty o’clock? Sorry, but I can’t say for sure.”

“I’m used to it,” Hadrian murmurs softly. “Wake me up at seven-thirty.” Then he closes his eyes before Felicia can ask if waking him up involves a blowjob.

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“It’s seven thirty sir,” Felicia whispers. All this time she has been lying next to the man named Hadrian, watching the clock in the room. She has been thinking about John and what her life has become. But she is no longer in the world to think. Again she touches the man next to her and is almost scared to death when he brutally wakes up from his sleep. He shakes his head and looks at Felicia.

“I haven’t slept that well in months” he grins into the startled face beside him and rubs his eyes. “You’re a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you, sir.” Felicia brushes her hair back while Hadrian quickly gets out of bed. “Wait here.” Again he walks out of the room and Felicia sits back down at the edge of the bed. A few minutes later, the remaining three men come into the room. “Mr. Caesar may be here in half an hour. Let’s get ready for the boss.”

“I’m going to the bathroom again,” grumbles the big soldier, trotting out of the room.

“And I’m going to take another shower” says Hadrian with a slightly guilty look the others understand. He leaves the room, leaving Felicia with the bespectacled man and his colleague, Vespasian and Augustus. Felicia is uncomfortable, but also excited.

“So you’re fucking the boss?” asks Vespasian, adjusting his glasses. Felicia nods, remembering her master’s words.

“He’s my master and he ordered me to do whatever you tell me to do” she mumbles, blushing and getting wet. She realizes that she had hardly had sex in the last few days, a stark difference from the days before when she had worked so hard for her John. Augustus whistles appreciatively.

“Caesar doesn’t miss a beat.” He eyes Felicia who presses her thighs together, then pushes them apart. “He said ‘everything’?” Felicia nods. “Come here.” Felicia obeys. Vespasian’s hands are rough and purposeful. They remind her of John, but he was different. Still, she lets the man have his way. “Holy shit he wasn’t exaggerating,” Vespasian breathes. “And the other girls?”

“I d-don’t know how many students he has now. When I left there were already a lot.” The men laugh and Vespasian lets his hands slide between her thighs. The fabric of her tight-fitting jeans becomes damp and the man notices.

“This is going to be the best job we’ve ever had.”

“And no sand,” Augustus laughs, pulling Vespasian’s hand away. “Not until after the briefing. Vespasian rolls his eyes. It’s not long before the others come back into the room, each carrying three heavy black bags and placing them in the room with those already here. Then they wait. Felicia tries to keep away from the men who are spread out on chairs and the bed. No one says a word and the young woman feels obliged to be of service to her masters’s friends.

“You’re welcome to use me, boys,” she smiles, “I belong to John and he said…”

“I get it,” grumbles Hadrian, looking straight at Vespasian. He shrugs his shoulders. “But we respect our boss. If he says you belong to him then we won’t break his toys. Right, Ves?”

“From what I’ve heard, he has enough others.” Felicia’s chest goes cold, but she keeps smiling. “But I don’t want to be caught by Mr C with my dick out. The men laugh boisterously. Then there’s a knock at the door and everyone turns their heads.

Of course it’s John Clark standing at the door. Felicia is surprised at the glee with which the men fall over each other as Caligula simply pushes them aside with his massive body to hug his boss. The five men talk and laugh and the only woman in the room retreats to a corner, folds her hands in front of her lap and waits. Apparently, the men haven’t seen each other in a long time.

When the group has greeted each other profusely, they turn to Felicia. The young woman has observed the soldiers’ behavior with curiosity. They are rough, loud and wild but all seem to have great respect for each other and especially for John. With his face beaming with joy, he turns to his well-behaved pet and kisses Felicia hard on the mouth.

“Damn,” he grins. “It’s so good to have you guys by my side again.” He puts his arm around the woman’s petite shoulders. “But why is Miss Combton still dressed?” Hadrian explains the situation and the loyalty of the group to him. “Good point.” John lets his hand wander down and slam on Felicia’s butt. The woman flinches, but presses her lips together. “It’s good to work with professionals. That’s why I brought you guys here.” Vespasian steps forward from the group and adjusts his glasses.

“So what you told us is true” he states. “What’s the situation on the ground?” now John grins broadly.

“It’s better than I assumed. I’ve already recruited four girls, plus Felicia.” The men’s eyebrows go up. “Most of them just need a few kind words, a stern demeanor, and some praise, and they’re like clay in your hands.” He looks around the group. “These girls are just waiting to pounce on the next best dick they can get. Some know that, others you have to show them. That’s going to be your job.” He pulls out his cell phone and shows his guys pictures of his girls.

“Damn, they’re young,” Caligula mutters.

“Hayworth only takes girls of legal age” laughs John. “This is a free-fire zone.”

“Target rich environment” Vespasian notes with a grin and John nods.

“They almost all look like that.” John shows a photo of the naked Sarah. “And they’re willing.” Then he turns serious. “This is a voluntary OP. I trust you all completely but I also know…”

“I’m in,” Vespasian volunteers, grinning dirtily.

“Me too,” Caligula murmurs softly. The giant looks furtively at Felicia.

“I’ve always followed you, Mr. C,” says Hadrian. “And I know your reasons.” The group turns to Augustus who hesitates.

“Listen,” he says. “I like teen pussy too after all. But…” He, too, looks to Felicia. The young woman sees doubt on his face.

“We want this Mister Augustus,” she says quietly, looking to John for permission. He nods. “We may not know it, but the solution Mister John… er, Caesar offers us is better, more pleasant and easier than anything we are working towards.” She smiles at the man with all her kindness and confidence.

“Oh shit,” he grumbles, looking to John. “But if we do this, we’ll do it all professionally, clear.”

“As long as I get pussy, it’s fine with me” grins Vespasian, patting Augustus on the back.

“No, honestly,” he grumbles, standing in the middle of the room. “We’ll do this according to plan.” He looks to John. “What’s your plan?”

by Writing Shark

The need for flesh

Giggling and laughing, Sarah and Amelia stroll down the hallways of the school. Behind them trots Isabella with even the shy girl having a blissful smile on her lips. The weekend is approaching, the last hours of classes have flown by and Sarah is already looking forward to pursuing her exciting, forbidden activity with her new and now also with her old friend. The daily sessions in front of her camera have become quite normal for her and she always looks forward to them all day and all night. Now that Amelia lives in her room they can start sending the videos to John much earlier and so she now manages to finger herself to orgasm twice a day for faceless people. Even when she was alone she was stimulated by the thought that there might be people out there who could see her play. Now she has confirmation from Amelia that the professor will indeed put the videos online. Anyway, her new friend is an enrichment in her life that she also owes to John. Amelia Wilson is just like Sarah and the two exchange stories about their lives and families before bed. When John comes up, both girls have to resist putting their hands in their pajamas, but the professor’s word is law.

Amelia is now also taking videos with Sarah’s camera and the two girls are having fun thinking up new situations. It turns them on to know that Professor John can see the pictures and videos they take for him, but also that they are doing something that will help him earn money. In a way, Sarah thinks to herself, she has already arrived at the world of work, even if her parents pay for her stay at school and she doesn’t know how much money John earns with her cunt. But she doesn’t think about that when she puts her legs on the bottom of the top mattress and fingers her ass while her dildo is deep in her cunt. She is thinking that John Clark can see her and that he is proud of her. Amelia feels the same way and yesterday was the first day the two had sat together in Sarah’s bed in the evening and kissed on camera. John didn’t even have to tell them what to do but the fuck he gave them this morning was confirmation enough.

Sharing him with Amelia doesn’t bother Sarah. The two are as close as it gets, and not just physically. They enter this new, exciting and forbidden world together and experience together the praise and help of the man they both feel so much for. Sahra and Amelia’s new friendship is based on the security of doing something they are rewarded for, that they can do, and that they like.

And after Amelia licked the professor’s cum off Sarah’s belly this morning, it got even better. The two girls blushed when their teacher proudly announced that the videos of them would now be online. They didn’t know the internet address or anything about the technical details but John told them they just had to keep having sex in front of the camera until he asked them to do something else. Through Amelia, Sarah now knows what to expect in the future, at least that’s what the girls suspect. Both are not sure what it will be like to sleep with someone other than John but if the sex is half as glorious as with him then nothing can go wrong. The two talk about it in the evening but the topic always comes to a halt when they talk about John.

Then Isabella had stepped up to their table and Sarah instinctively knew that the shy girl wanted exactly the same thing as she and her friend. Leading her to the professor was only logical and neither she nor Amelia had given a thought that Isabella might not want to have sex with him. So it had been, but the poor girl had been far too frightened to resist and it had taken less than ten minutes for her tight cunt to get used to the teacher’s cock. Sarah had watched proudly as Isabella had wrapped her dainty legs around him and had thanked him in a shaky voice until he had fucked her deeply and driven her to several tremendous orgasms. A little bit she was ashamed of her envy, sucking his cum out of her friend together with Amelia but John had assured the girls it was okay as long as they worked as a team. He had used other words but whenever Sarah is with him she gets stupid, as he calls it. It’s a pleasant stupidity, a confidence and sinking into her lust that keeps her going. This morning Sarah and Amelia brought the tender Isabella in front of the camera. At first she was reluctant but then Amelia told her to imagine her teacher was licking her down there and soon the two girls had made her come.

For all three of them, it’s a huge, untapped new world that lies ahead. So many possibilities, so much freedom. In their old lives, everyone told them they already had this freedom, but it’s only through John and his royal cock that the three understand what it means to have someone to show you freedom. It hadn’t taken long for Isabella to crawl between Amelia’s thighs while Sarah fucked her from behind with the dildo. John had reassured her when he said the videos would not be aired live for a while and he would control the site until the three young girls were ready for contact with the outside world. Now it feels like a test they all studied for, not a big deal but something important. Yet it’s so much bigger than a shitty test. And Sarah learned new words, which earned her an extra point with the professor, an extra orgasm.

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With the same intensity they showed in the hallway, the three girls now enter the anteroom to the professor’s office. They don’t have to knock at Felicia’s, the young trainee teacher always has an open door for her students. However, her room is empty. The girls already know this, but before they get to the next door, they gather themselves. Isabella takes the leading role here and the two girls adapt to her behavior exactly. With their eyes downcast and hands clasped in front of their laps, they stand by and Isabella knocks gently on the door.

“Who is it?” they hear from the office.

“Sarah, Amelia and Isabella sir!” the girl calls.

“Come in.” The three students smile at each other in anticipation and enter the office.

Professor Clark is a brave man, but also someone who doesn’t take risks. He knows the girls will not betray him, he has become too important to them. Nevertheless, the three of them first stare when they raise their eyes in greeting, then different emotions stand out on them. John has to lean his head slightly to look past the bobbing body of Riley Kirkland. The girl squats on his lap with her legs spread and her lower body naked, her black and white shoes resting on his strong thighs. The girl seems almost fragile compared to his massive body and the newcomers can easily see his powerful cock squeezing into the tight opening of Riley who eagerly rides him. She has her eyes closed and is breathing heavily, not seeming to have noticed that she is no longer alone.

“What’s up girls?” asks John, holding Riley in place so she doesn’t slide off him from exhaustion. The two of them must have been at this for quite a while because Sarah’s friend looks like she’s using up the last of her energy reserves.

“We wanted to ask you what you think about our latest videos,” Sarah says. It doesn’t scare her to see her friend impaled on the professor’s cock, it actually pleases her. She didn’t like being separated from Riley but John said she had to get used to the new reality and once again he was right. The girl looks so happy as she rides her teacher and moans in a hoarse voice. Then her eyes wander from the professor to the monitor that he turns to the three girls. On it you can see Amelia and Sarah, tightly embraced, their mouths pressed together. In the background, Isabella can be seen stroking her cunt a bit clumsily and watching the two girls.

“Good stuff girls” praises the teacher and also looks at the monitor. “Kissing always goes down well.” He fast-forwards a bit. “And you got the fingering out quickly. Isabella, good effort and footwork on your orgasm.”

“Thanks, professor,” the girl murmurs and smiles.

“You still have much to learn but you have eagerness and curiosity, add to that your intelligence and we can move on.” The girls beam. “You guys deserve a reward. Everything is going like clockwork. But first, I have one more thing to do.” The man taps Riley on the shoulder. The twitching girl hasn’t said a word yet, but immediately responds to her teacher’s touch. “Riley?”

“Yes Professor?” Her eyes flicker as she turns to kiss him. John holds her back on her chin, but smiles in satisfaction.

“Look who’s here.” He gently turns her head back and only now do her eyes settle on the three girls standing restlessly in the room.

“Sarah! Isabella!” Riley slides off the professor’s lap more than stands up. She lands on all fours and crawls over to the girls. She kneels in front of Sarah and hugs her waist. “I’m so sorry I took advantage of you guys,” she says weakly. “Professor explained everything to me. I’ve been such a bad friend. Please forgive me.” Isabella and Sarah exchange glances.

“It’s okay Riley. We were all lost” Isabella then whispers and kneels down next to her friend. She hugs Riley tightly and she leans into the touch and the girl. Sarah looks over at her teacher.

“There are four of you now,” he says, nodding.

“Thank you John, for everything.” Sarah is overjoyed to have Riley back, but now in a way that is good for them all. Seeing her last close friend freed from the grip of success makes her incredibly grateful to John.

“Celebrate a little,” he says, and Sarah understands immediately. She also sinks down next to Riley, who looks back and forth between her and Isabella.

“Now we’re together again” Sarah whispers happily.

“And we will never be apart again,” says Isabella.

“Thank you” sniffs the third happily. It must not have been just because of the breakup Sarah assumes. She too knows what it feels like to have all that weight lifted off you, and Riley was never that good at school that she could have compensated for the pressure. For her, it must be especially relieving, even though she may not fully realize it yet. But it doesn’t matter now. What matters to Sarah Laval now is only that her world has become a little better, and the look of the professor of whom she already knows exactly what he expects from her.

Tenderly her lips lay on the wet counterparts of Riley. Never in her former life would she have even remotely thought of kissing a girl, but now it feels like the only right thing to do. Sarah even has to giggle as her hands climb up to Riley’s breasts and find Isabella’s already a step ahead of her.

“And you come here and clean my cock” John orders, Amelia. Actually, he would like to feel little Isabella around his cock right now but seeing the three girls in their hot embrace is also good, even more, he feels right after that the hot eager lips of Amelia, who makes a special effort to prove her worth in this situation. With her hot mouth around his piston, John watches with pleasure as the three girls let loose on his gray carpet.

He is a bit surprised to see Isabella taking the lead while Riley and Sarah kiss happily and intimately. Sarah is especially good with her mouth, even if Amelia follows her closely, but Isabella tries to make up for her deficit in oral arts with her tongue. She hasn’t quite been able to swallow the professor’s cock yet, but she’s skilled with her tongue, which she’s now trying to prove between Riley’s wide-spread trembling and sweaty thighs. The young student is already dilated by John so Isabella licks over her clit, an organ she has only known about for two days, enjoying the new field of research that brings so much more pleasure than good grades. Her hair is ruffled as Riley wraps her legs around her head and Sarah lays her back on the carpet. As Isabella licks and laps, the two friends continue to kiss intimately and celebrate their reunion until Sarah wants to rise. Riley wraps her arms around her body and sucks on her nipple which makes her friend laugh brightly.

“She’s well broken in sir” she laughs with satisfaction. “Thank you for giving her to us.” Sarah knows her place.

“Let her lick you, I haven’t checked yet” John grins as Amelia pushes herself deeper on top of him. A mixture of her spit, his precum and the remains of Riley’s juices fills her mouth and trickles down her fine chin while her nostrils flare and his cock bulges her throat. At his feet, Sarah swings herself over her friend who wraps her hands tightly around her hips and thrusts into her snatch like a ravenous lioness. Riley penetrates deeply and Sarah first laughs in surprise but then moans all the more lustfully.

“She’s so good sir… Shit… Fuck!”

“Good choice of words” John congratulates, but then he has to put his hands on Amelia’s head and pull her back from him. The little one is really good with her mouth, maybe a little too eager but that will come with time. “Ass or cunt?” he asks her.

“Whatever you want honey” the girl winks, proving her submission. Then she giggles contentedly as John grabs her with his strong hands, drags her to her feet and then pulls her onto his lap. Her petite toes almost don’t reach the floor but as John thrusts into her hard from below and then pushes her back onto his piston she quickly gets into a horny rhythm.

For several minutes the teacher watches his three students making love while Amelia’s tight asshole tightens around his cock almost smothering him. Again, the student is eager to show her owner that she’s giving him her all even as her moans sound strained and her shoulders tense each time he rams himself to the hilt inside her. On the carpet, Riley can no longer stay on her feet and topples to the side, panting heavily.

“Thank you… Thank you… Than… Th…” she stammers while the other girls kiss briefly and then look expectantly at their teacher. He grabs Amelia hard around the hips and lifts the girl hard a few times and then slams into her tight ass with all his might. Eyes wide open, the girl presses her hands in front of her mouth, then her whole body cleansers even more as she climaxes. Her ass contracts and her butt cheeks turn all white while the pressure makes John cum as well. Moaning deeply, he pumps his juice into the girl’s end while holding her twitching body like a doll, then gives her a little push against her back and lets her slide off him.

“Isabella, you lick your girlfriend clean. Sarah, see that you get Riley lively and share your reward.” It feels good to be John Clark, more so when the girls obey immediately. As Isabella quickly kneels behind Amelia, her snub nose disappearing between her cheeks, Sarah gently helps her friend to her feet. Amelia’s eyes roll and John notices that she plays her role very well. She leans on her knees, sticks her butt out so Isabella can put her hands on her butt and easily get to his juice. Riley, meanwhile, only has enough strength to sink down between the professor’s thighs with Sarah’s help. “This is good practice for you Sarah” John murmurs, grabbing both girls’ hairlines from behind. “You’re a leader, you make things happen.”

“I understand, “says the girl, proving how smart she is. “Come on” she whispers to Riley whose head is heavy with lust and exhaustion.

John has been hard on her in the time that has passed between her collapse and the appearance of the other girls. After he pulverized her resistance, a desperate energy erupted from her that surprised even him. But once he’d channeled that energy in the right direction – his rod – Riley Kirkland could be handled. So well, in fact, that it was only now that he realized he might have put the girl through too much. When he had started his plan he was more focused on the implementation than on the option that one of the girls might even be too eager to do the job. He has to force himself to remember why he’s doing all this, and the satisfied, chastened expression on Riley’s face confirms it. Sarah brings her girlfriend’s lips to his smeared rod and it must be a reflex that makes Riley lick like a sleepy puppy.

“Good girl,” John whispers, shaking his head slightly. “All of you.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Sarah and Amelia beam, Isabella humming something out from between Amelia’s butt cheeks that sounds something like this.

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More minutes pass and a glance at the clock tells the professor that he soon has office hours for the other girls in his class. As much as he would like to face the Hayworth angels with his pants down and his dick polished, he has to pull himself together. The successes of the last few days and weeks are incredible but he still has a lot of work ahead of him to conquer a lot of pussy. An empire doesn’t build itself. Amelia and Isabella, two girls who really only know each other by sight, have meanwhile switched to a 69 position lying on their sides and Isabella smears Amelia’s crotch with the professor’s cum on her cheeks. Sarah and Riley continue to lick his cock with pleasure, with Riley’s eyes already falling shut, but Sarah is still at it.

“Sarah?”

“Yes Professor?” she asks, interrupting her duty to wet his spear with her kisses.

“Come here a minute. And Riley, you can stop too. I’m proud of both of you.” Miss Kirkland simply drops to the floor while Sarah sits down on the professor’s lap, her legs dangling teasingly from his side. Along with her, he rolls in front of his desk and flips the monitor back over. “Look.” He opens the website.

“Real Schoolsluts.com” reads Sarah and seas images of herself in the thumbnails of various videos.

“What do you think?” John blinks, wondering why he said that, but can’t stop his arm from closing around his student’s naked belly.

“It’s exciting to see myself on the Internet Professor John” confesses the schoolgirl. “I like what you do with me, what you let me do.”

“And from now on, the whole world could see you doing it when I decide to make the side public.” Sarah looks at John with glee. “That means a lot more work for you and your girlfriends, though, get it?” Sarah nods eagerly.

“If it satisfies you, I like it…John.”

“I expect you to pull the others through this, just like you did with Riley today.”

“I promise.” The two exchange glances for a few more seconds, then Sarah squeals as John gives her a hard slap on her bare bottom.

“Get dressed and have a great weekend. But don’t forget the videos. I need at least two a day starting today. You can take turns doing them. But always come up with something new.”

“Yes Professor,” says Sarah while Isabella and Amelia get dressed. Sarah gets dressed and leaves her teacher’s lap only at the very end. He grabs Riley and carries her to his desk. Much more carefully than he would have thought, he places her under his desk, out of sight of any visitors and within reach of his cock when she wakes up again. “And… Professor?” Before following Isabella and Amelia out of the room, Sarah turns to John who looks at her questioning. Without saying anything, Sarah hurries across the room and presses a quick kiss to her owner’s cheek, then is gone from the room.

“Damn” John growls, then there is a knock and the next student wants his precious time.