I vacillated between extremes from day to day. I was either distraught that my terrible decision making would lead to the end of my career or psyched out of my mind to be more sexually liberated than I’d ever been.
On Fridays, the mood was always the same.
“Fucking hell,” I chuckled, covering my mouth as an eight-by-ten nude of Vanna and Laci kissing dropped out of the CHM 1025 textbook from the previous year. It was a secluded area. The only camera was by the elevator. No one studied on the fourth floor. Most students went up there for sexy dares. I suppose I was to be counted among their number.
Laci and Vanna were completely nude, their forms entangled around one another. Vanna’s pussy was peeking out between Laci’s legs, and her tongue was darting into the blonde girl’s mouth. Laci had tiny tits, which wasn’t typically my thing, but they were perky and delightful. Her hair was draped down across Vanna’s larger boobs and I couldn’t help wondering how they’d taken the photo. Was it a tripod or a *friend*?
Vanna continued trying to get me alone. I kept resisting. It was a game of cat and mouse. Laci was growing hungrier. She opened her legs during class and revealed a remote-controlled vibrator stuffed in her tight young pussy. She flipped up her phone and stared directly into my eyes mid-lecture as she slid her thumb up the screen. She closed her eyes and gripped the tabletop as her seat began to hum like someone had left their phone on vibrate and a very determined caller was pestering her.
There were only six students sitting in the live lecture by the semester’s midpoint. The girls were forced to *somewhat* behave. I was still suspicious of the whole thing. I was handsome enough, sure, but for this many co-eds to be hopelessly interested in me and fucking themselves with vibrators mid-class, it felt like a dirty dream.
By October, it was only the four girls and one boy who was stoned *out of his mind* in the lab. He was chuckling to himself the entire time I tried to explain the day’s experiment based on theoretical yields. It was just basic precipitation. He didn’t even fill out the lab sheet. His name line read: “Good question. . .” and then had some sort of stick figure drawn with a question mark above its head.
Emilia, the cute redhead, was working dutifully. She wore black glasses and appeared to know exactly how good she looked. Her wavy red locks ran over the white lab coat and every time I’d go over and check on her, she’d bite her lip and listen as though I was the only person in the whole world. Perhaps I was feeling a bit more brazen because of our biased company, but when I leaned in to glance at the meniscus of her graduated cylinder, I pressed my chest to her shoulder.
She gasped. Her hand stroked my knee for a moment before she cleared her throat and shook her head. I backed off.
“Can you check it again?” she whispered. “I got thirty-five mils, not thirty-three.”
I nodded and leaned in, pointing at the center of the graduated cylinder.
“See, the meniscus is the lowest point right here. You are getting a different reading because the sides actually—”
She was trying to be sly about it, I could tell. She got her nose close to my collar and took in a breath of my cologne. I looked down at her right away and she blushed. Emilia had been caught. Her whole face and chest flushed red. She stood up and slammed her breasts into my cheek.
“Holy!” she gasped. “Jesus. Oh, my God. I should just go!”
“Don’t be silly, Emilia,” I grinned. “Nothing to be sorry about. You were just trying to get a read on the fluid levels.”
“*I know where she wants some fluid,*” Laci chuckled.
She giggled and made a motion with her cheek and tongue. You know the one. She even added a gagging noise for good measure.
“Ms. Peterson!” I snapped.
Laci was floored. Even Brandon, the stoner, looked up for a moment.
“That’s quite enough. Another action like that and you’re gone.”
“Sorry, Professor Daniels—” she looked down.
“That’s not—” I groaned, tossing my hands in the air. “I know this is intro chem, and none of you want to be here—”
“I want to be here!” Dominique piped up.
I glared, then continued.
“But there is a camaraderie in the science community. We don’t beat each other up. We encourage those who need help, and we certainly don’t bully anyone.”
“It’s fine, Professor,” Emilia whispered.
“Kind of you to say,” I nodded. “Laci stay after we finish up lab check. We’ll talk about expected behaviors in lab.”
Brandon began to laugh.
“Holy fuck, dude,” he whispered. “I’m—is she really—was that supposed to be a dick, before?”
Wow. He was *that* high. I ignored the comment entirely.
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“Do you need me to stay as well, professor?” Vanna asked after lab. “I am more than willing to help out with punishments you—”
“Not another word, Ms. Frost,” I groaned, motioning to Brandon across the room with my eyes. “Have a lovely weekend. It is Friday, by the way.”
“Already done my homework, sir!” she smiled and saluted before exiting.
I couldn’t fight a half-smirk as she rocked her hips, swaying the white lab coat before shrugging it off her shoulders.
It was 8:30PM. The campus was deserted. You can imagine how many students still went to labs when they were posted online. Who in their right mind would give up two hours of their day on a Friday night?
There were four students with exceptional attendance who gave up every single Friday—as young single college students. It made no sense. I shook my head and turned to face Laci in the empty classroom.
“Do you have a letter for me?” I asked, staring down the subservient girl before me.
She nodded and unsnapped the pink bag she carried. She handed me a crumpled-up piece of stationary and I raised an eyebrow.
“Give me good grades or else I’ll tell everyone you touched my boobs. Everyone will believe me because I’m a girl,” I read aloud. I pocketed the signed note and shook my head. “Wow. You’re a regular Shakespeare.”
“Sorry, Professor Daniels,” she whispered.
I’m definitely not a “dom.” There are men who are forceful by nature. I’m not one of them. I like long hikes in the mountains. I enjoy a nice white wine with dinner. I have five separate streaming services on my smart tv. I’m just a typical guy. That said, I did like role playing.
I wasn’t a dom, but Laci was a sub, sure as I’d ever seen one. She held her wrists together, expecting to be cuffed at any moment.
“What the fuck do you think this is?” I groaned. “You think I’m some kind of beast? You think I’m going to chain you up for anyone to find? Don’t be ridiculous.”
I walked toward the vent hood and pulled a sign from it. I scribbled with my marker and set the biohazard symbol on a chart board. I placed it outside the double doors in front of the lab and latched both emergency locks at the top. I’d written: *Live Cultures Curing. Sterile environment. No entry.*
“I’d never chain you up. We don’t really have chains in labs. Anyway, get in the closet and take everything off, but your lab coat and shoes.”
“What?” she breathed.
“Are you questioning me?” I grunted.
“No, professor,” she returned, marching toward the closet.
Of course, I’d have her keep her shoes and coat on. I’m not an unsanitary monster. There were no cameras in the lab or adjacent hallway. The building was ancient. It was forgotten, just like the students who were relegated to taking remedial courses at a prestigious institution, and adjunct professors.
When she came back out, she wouldn’t make eye contact.
“Look into my eyes,” I ordered.
Laci obeyed right away. She snapped her gaze to me, and I could see the obfuscated desire that she was striving in futility to hide. I had a long elastic cord wrapped around my arm. As she approached the center of the room, I let it drop to the cold tile.
“Cross your wrists behind your back.”
Laci’s jaw dropped. She panted like a dog. She was enjoying the fantasy more than I was. Her arms slipped silently around her back.
“I’ll be good, I promise,” she breathed. “No more bullying. Please don’t punish me.”
I looked into her eyes. I was almost certain it was all part of the act. I held her stare and awaited some kind of signal. She made a very slight nod with her head and wiggled her hands in anticipation.
I had never tried to tie a knot with elastic before. It was challenging to figure out a good sweet spot. I figured I’d reached one when she tried to wriggle a wrist and couldn’t easily get it free.
“You think it’s funny?” I asked. “Making fun of classmates who do their work when you can’t find the time to do a single goddamn thing?”
“Hey!” she protested. “I show up to classes and labs!”
“Because you like the thrill!” I hissed back. “There’s a difference between showing up because you want to learn and doing so because you want—something else.”
“*Oh, I think you’ll find she wants that something else just as badly as I do.*”
I growled and grabbed an elastic loop from the countertop. I extended it between my fingers and pulled back before letting it snap on her thigh.
“Shit!” she yelped. She tried to rub the point of impact but remembered her bound status as she did. Her breathing became uneven and she spoke up in a sultry whisper. “What are you going to do to me?”
I shrugged and turned out a pair of the lights so it looked dark and deserted, the way the labs did at night. A single dim light illuminated the cultures that were “growing” to buy us time. I marched back over to her and slid the lab coat up to reveal her extremely tight athletic ass.
“Tennis?” I asked.
“Cross-country,” she returned.
I admired it for a moment. Her body was almost entirely hairless except for a faint fuzz of blonde hair in places she couldn’t reach with a razor. I ran my fingertips along her ass cheeks and she shuddered.
“Jesus,” she moaned.
I stretched the elastic even farther between my fingers and let it snap on the left side of her ass. It sent a smacking sound through the empty room.
“Fucking shit!” she whispered. The impact spot was already turning red.
“You belong to me, understand?” I moaned into her ear. The woman fumbled for my cock with her bound hands. I was new to the whole dom thing, but it was fun to act.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
“I’m the only dick that gets inside you while we’re together,” I continued.
“Please,” she begged, “please, please, please, put it inside me.”
I forced her over the lab table and slowed slightly as her face approached the hard-black top. She smirked and spread her legs. I wasn’t going to let her off that easily. I licked a pair of fingers and traced it up her spread folds.
Laci giggled and let out a low, throaty, “yes, yes, yes!”
I slipped my fingers away and she groaned.
Laci’s hips were shaking, searching for digits that were no longer there. I was feeling particularly spirited. I took out my cock and pressed it to her clit.
“Jesus!” she exclaimed, moaning and struggling to reach for me in vain. “That’s your dick!”
“Regular fucking Nancy Drew, aren’t you?” I chuckled.
“Are you gonna fuck me, sir?” she whispered, rocking her hips on my cock head.
I flipped it up to her tiny pussy and she backed up into me slowly, trying to get me to penetrate what I wasn’t planning to.
“What if I said I wasn’t interested in your pussy?” I muttered, slickening the head with her juices and then pressing against her backdoor.
“Oh, holy shit,” she exclaimed. “Professor Daniels, I’m not sure I want— I’m not really warmed up for—”
“What’s wrong?” I asked, pressing slightly harder. “Little sub in over her head?”
“I—” her words caught. “I don’t know.”
I retreated from her ass and wiped my dick with a cloth. As I did so, I gave an order.
“On your knees.”
Laci obeyed so quickly, you would have thought I was prodding her side with an electric spur. I took the cloth I’d wiped myself with and turned the fold inside out. I rolled the fabric and then placed the long scrap towel around her eyes.
“Whoa, what the fuck?” she asked.
“You saying no?” I clarified.
“Uh—” she sounded a bit more worried. “Keep going, professor.”
It was really fun playing this part. I was so far in the wrong that I couldn’t even see the right anymore. I was compromising every moral code that had been drilled into me throughout my schooling. But, then again, there Laci knelt with her mouth wide open and blindfolded. Her hands were restrained behind her back. She was totally helpless. So was I.
I thrust forward into her open mouth and her tongue explored my dick. She moaned at the sensation. Sensory deprivation was a real turn on for many people. Apparently she was one of them. As I pulled away from the first assault, I was shocked by her sudden outburst.
“Oh, my fuck! Your cock tastes so good.”
Her mouth was blindly searching for me. She was more animal than student. I reached down and unbuttoned her lab coat, revealing a dripping pussy between her legs and two pert breasts whose nipples could have cut glass.
“You’re the hottest man I’ve ever been with,” she moaned. “God, I want you so fucking bad.”
“Ain’t that a damn shame,” I laughed, thrusting back into her mouth. I gripped her hair around the base and tugged gently, forcing her to adopt my rhythm. Laci showed no resistance. In fact, though I’d had better blowjobs, she was in the process of making me come with more enthusiasm than any previous lovers had. She was starving for my dick. She wanted to make me finish.
She was moaning. As I pulled away, she sniffled and panted.
“Please!” she breathed. “I think I’m gonna come. Throatfuck me.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
I’d heard about women who got off on giving men blowjobs, but part of me thought it was a myth, like the loch ness monster or tenured teaching positions for new hires. Laci was moaning, or choking, as I thrusted into her. She might have been doing both. Either way, her hands were wiggling behind her back. She was playing with her ass, the only thing she could reach, and seeming to get off on giving me pleasure.
I pulled out most of the way and uttered a low, hungry, sentence.
“I’m gonna come down your throat.”
“Do it!” she exclaimed, sticking out her tongue. “I’m gonna—”
I gripped her skull with both hands and pounded away. Her eyes were watering, but she was pressing a finger in and out of her ass, so she seemed to be enjoying herself. I bucked deeper and deeper. She gagged but showed no sign of resistance. If anything, she fucked herself harder. As I came, I groped her tiny tits and sprayed the back of her throat. I saw her legs tremble. I was relatively sure she was finishing too.
“Fuck!” I growled, unloading again and again. “Take it, you filthy little thing.”
A moment later, I pulled out from her mouth. Her nose was running. Her eyes were watering. The inside of her mouth was coated in my spunk. She’d been used and put away wet. I cleared my throat and marched over to my desk.
“A little help, here?” she laughed.
I surveyed my little fuck toy. She was stripped bare. There was no risk in having a bit of fun. I knew her binds were weak. A few minutes of tugging and she’d be able to free herself easily.
“So,” I nodded, clasping my satchel and walking back over to her. “I’ll be taking your clothes. You can get them back Thursday evening at the nature trailhead. Let’s meet there around—8:15.”
“You’re taking my clothes?” she whispered.
“That a problem?” I asked. “I can free you right now and give you back all of your belongings, but if so, we’re fucking done.”
She huffed and rocked her head.
“So, you’re not even going to free me?” she giggled.
“Fuck toys don’t get freed,” I smirked. “They get fucked.”
“You’re an asshole, sir,” she smiled.
She was getting off on the thought, I could tell.
“So, trailhead then?” I repeated.
“Don’t they close it at eight?” she asked. “How am I gonna get past the gate?”
I cracked my neck and stuffed her clothing into my bag.
“That’s not my damn problem,” I chuckled. “You’ll be there if you want them back. Plus, I’ll be expecting printed nudes from you as well. Please leave them in the manilla envelope that will be hidden at the bottom of the trail “bird guide” stack every Thursday. Just like Vanna, I’ll be expecting you to show your face.”
“People actually take bird guides you know!” she laughed, still blindfolded and jizz-soaked.
I was already walking away as she finished speaking.
“You’re really going to leave me here alone, in the dark, bound and blindfolded, for anyone to use?”
I smirked and spun around as I set my hand on the doorknob.
“I think I made it very clear that I’m the only one who will be using you, Ms. Peterson.”
She was shaking, still reeling from her orgasm and licking my leftovers from her lips. Her smile was a mile wide. Any guilt I might have felt evaporated as I saw her can-do sub attitude. I wasn’t a dom, but it was a blast to play one. I cleared my throat and straightened the folds of my shirt.
“You know,” I spoke up, opening the lab door, “I was never good at sharing my toys.”
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Damn! Great second part! So hot!
My god…