I know it’s been a long time since I posted anything – sorry about that. Thanks to people that messaged me to ask if I was okay, to say they missed my posts, etc. I got kind of bored of writing erotica for a while. Combine that with being crazy busy traveling and working and erotica stuff got ignored.
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Some of you may recall my post about hooking up with my coworker, Jenn. A lot of people messaged me about updates, but I didn’t post any because we became a “thing”. I guess you’d say we were dating. I didn’t want to let her in on my little erotica life so I wrote about other hookups. But now it’s over.
It was nice while it lasted. It was largely a physical connection and boy did we hit it off in that category. Jenn was/is…wild. In bed she was loud, willing, and *eager*. She always told me what she wanted, how it felt, etc. Sex with Jenn was, well, sexy.
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One night Jenn and I had been going at it for a really long time: we went down on each other, did missionary, cowgirl (my favorite), doggie, legs up, prone bone, you name it. At the end I pressed her up against the headboard and she gobbled up my cock while I shot a huge load into her mouth. Then we collapsed onto the bed.
We looked at each other in bed for a few moments, and what broke our little staring contest was…laughing. This happened often whenever we would have sex for such a long time. “Oh fuck that was good,” she’d say. I’d chuckle and reply, “fuck yeah it was.”
We pillow-talked for a while. I can’t recall everything we talked about – the pillow talk topics ranged from favorite sex positions and partners to favorite foods.
We had been together for about 5 or 6 months by that point, and it was really nice. I was truly starting to feel connected to Jenn. The sex was amazing, definitely in the top 5 partners of my life, and we seemed to be really compatible emotionally and intellectually as well. Maybe we could have put a label on it, or maybe we could have at least gone exclusive. But sadly, things took a weird turn that night.
She started asking me about professor stuff: how did I end up as a professor, how long was I in school for, what do I like about it, etc. Then she dropped this one on me.
“So have you ever slept when a student?”
I was surprised. Of course all my student encounters played like a highlight reel in my mind. I could see myself opening up about this to her eventually, but not yet. I mean, I had only been with her for a handful of months and honestly it still wasn’t clear that we were anything more than FWB. I didn’t even know her middle name. So I feigned innocence.
“What?? No!”
“Really??” She replied in shock.
I kept up the facade. “Yes really. Come on now, that would get me fired in a heart beat.”
“*Really??* Come on, you can tell me.” she pressed.
“No dude, really. I don’t fuck around with students.”
“Wow…what a waste,” she said in a disappointed tone, “you look like you and don’t take advantage of that. Mmm,” she finished shaking her head.
“Yeah I don’t know, I never thought it was worth the risk.”
“Well I’m impressed. That is some serious self control because there are some hot students walking around.”
“Well there was one time when I was a TA as a PhD student. Does that count?”
She was intrigued. I told her all about what happened. I actually wrote about it on Reddit. It was my first time with a student and my first post about this stuff.
She loved the story. “Ooo, damn that’s hot. I would have come onto you so hard if you were one of my professors back in the day.”
“Yeah well the stakes are a lot higher now as a professor so I try to fend off any advances from students.”
Her voice got a little higher when she replied, “Oh so you do get students coming onto you??”
“Well yeah of course, I teach hundreds of students a semester. And my classes tend to be really hard. So there’s almost always a handful of students that try to get extra credit or some dumb shit like that every semester.” I explained.
“And you’ve never done it??! Dude, you’re missing out.”
“Am I? I don’t know…most of them that come onto me are immature. I’m not into that.” I said.
“You are. Missing out I mean.” Jenn nodded and pressed her lips together when she said that.
“You say that like you know something.”
Jenn smiled and said, “I’ve um…I’ve been with a few students.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? Do you teach something?”
She smiled and said, “No, no. But…I am the liaison between grad students and the grad school…”
“Okay…” I replied, not understanding where she was going with this yet.
She animated her hands, opening her fist and turning her palms up in an “don’t you see?” way and continued “And over time I’ve become more of a gate keeper.”
“Oooooh,” I said, breaking eye contact while I processed where this was going. “…shit.”
Our eyes met again, and Jenn was smiling slyly now that she knew I was on the same page. “Yeah, I mean, the admin process just gets more and more and more complicated. And students procrastinate. And the grad school is very picky about any late or incorrect forms.”
I nodded. I didn’t really know what to say. I recall feeling pretty uncomfortable predicting where this was going.
“So, sometimes I trap students.”
“Trap them?” I questioned.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s only happened a few times, but I’ve had scenarios where a student really fucked up a form or forgot to submit it altogether.” Jenn explained. “They come to me begging for help. And…well…sometimes I…make them help *me* first.”
I paused, unable to think of what to say. Jenn was silent too. She stared at me, presumably trying to decipher a reaction.
I blinked first. “How many times?”
Jenn shrugged, “I dunno, maybe half a dozen or so.”
“Wow that’s kind of a lot!” I said, slightly raising my pitch. “They’ve never just refused? I’m surprised no one has reported you. Well actually, maybe it’s not that surprising…you’re hot enough that any guy would be jumping at the chance to get with you.”
“Oh I’ve done girls too. Just a couple so far though, mostly guys.” I could see her smiling in the dark. “And I doubt anyone will say something. I remind them how fucked they are if I don’t help them, and how easy it would be for me to revoke any forms they submit. There’s pretty much always a mistake on them somewhere, even the grad school offices miss big mistakes.”
I didn’t say anything in response to that. I just kept my thoughts in my head. *This is fucked up. How long until she’s caught? She’s crossing a lot of lines here.*
***
A couple Friday nights later I showed up at Jenn’s place around 7pm with Chinese take out. When I sat down to eat I thought I heard a buzzing sound. I paused, trying to place it but failed to do so. I didn’t think much of it afterwards.
About 5 minutes later I could have sworn I heard a moan. Like, a sexual moan, from a woman. I paused again, wondering about what I heard. Maybe my brain was trying to fast forward to whatever I imagined I’d be doing with Jenn soon.
About 10 minutes later I heard it again. This time it was louder. I paused again and looked at Jenn, puzzled. Jenn responded only by raising her eyebrows.
“I’m pretty sure I just heard a moan.”
Jenn exhaled, “Yeah…it was going to be a surprise for later but I guess she can’t keep quiet.”
With my eyebrows furrowed, I probed. “Um, what?”
“It’s Heather [last name]. She’s…here. In my bedroom.”
“Uhhh, *what?*”
Jenn laughed at my confusion. “My latest trap.”
“Uhh, *what??*”
“Oh don’t worry. We’ve actually slept together before – long night at the bar. This was just a fun excuse to do it again. She forgot to submit her proposal defense form on Tuesday, and came to my office begging for help. I told her that I could help her…for something in return.”
“Wait, *what??*” I said, still processing what she said. “You’re telling me *Heather /[last name/]* is here, right now, in your room?”
I knew Heather. Everyone did. She was a rockstar grad student, a big point of pride for our department. She had like 5 publications only three years into a PhD (which is a shitload for our field), and was definitely on track to become a professor herself one day. I didn’t advise Heather so I hadn’t talked to her that much, but she took a class with me a year ago. That was my first time meeting her and yeah, she impressed the hell out of me. So hopefully you can understand my confusion when Jenn told me that 1) the golden child of our department was in her bedroom moaning, and 2) they had slept together before.
Jenn laughed as I took it all in. “Yeah, she’s here! Don’t worry, like I said it’s not a first time thing for us. But she fucked up a form *again.* I know all you professors adore her, but she’s pretty terrible at paperwork and I’m tired of all the extra work she *always* causes me. So I told her she’d have to make it up to me tonight. And honestly…” Jenn raised her eyebrows as if she was telling me something I didn’t want to believe, “she was smiling as we talked about what she’d have to do…”
“What…does she have…*to do?*”
It had been a week or so since that night Jenn told me she had been sleeping with students. I guess she wanted to reel me into it sooner than later. I wasn’t feeling it though. Yes I’ve slept with students before, but it always felt consensual. I worried this was going over the line. To me, it seemed iffy at best.
“Whatever I say.” Jenn smirked at me. “And…whatever *you* say.”
“Wait, does she know I’m here??”
“No, it was going to be a surprise for both of you.” Jenn said, smiling deviously.
“Jenn…”
Okay so this is the first instance where I’m not happy about my actions. I should have declined and went home for the night. I should have left right then and there. But I didn’t. I don’t know why. I guess my gut was in the wrong place.
“Come on,” Jenn motioned her head towards the door as she stood up.
The moans were so much louder when Jenn opened the door.
“*Mmmmm, mmm, mmmmm!*”
I looked, and yes, it was Heather. I couldn’t believe it. *Fucking Heather*. We made eye contact as I followed Jenn into the room. I could tell she was surprised to see me. She probably didn’t expect a professor from her department to see her *like that.*
Heather was on her back in the center of Jenn’s queen size bed. Restraints held her down in a spread eagle position, and a ball gag kept her from talking. Between her legs was a vibrator. It was strapped around her hips so she could *barely* pull back from it. *Good God.* I had tied Jenn down a few times, but that seemed so tame compared to this.
“*Mmmmm, mmmm…*” Heather started up again as we walked around the bed.
She kept eye contact with me, and I swear I saw a grin appear at the corner of her mouth. That might have just been my brain trying to make myself feel better though, I don’t know. Her hips grinded on the vibrator as she stared at me (and maybe grinned?). I said nothing. I was too shocked. I was just following Jenn’s lead.
Jenn walked to the side of the bed, and immediately squeezed one of Heather’s nipples. Heather screamed, but the gag held back most of it.
“Do you see who’s here?” Jenn asked her pointedly.
Heather nodded.
“I remember you told me about him before. Right?”
“*Mhmm!*” Heather managed to get out, right before the vibrator forced a loud moan out of her.
“You told me you wanted him right?”
Heather nodded and mumbled out a confirmation again. It felt very weird that they had apparently talked about me. It made me wonder if they slept together before or *after* Jenn and I started hooking up. I can’t lie though – I was kind of proud to hear that Heather wanted me.
“Are you happy he’s here?” Jenn kept asking.
Heather nodded quickly.
“Yeah?” Jenn repeated, squeezing Heather’s nipple again. Heather screamed again, nodding desperately.
Jenn pulled her gag down.
“Why? Tell me why you’re happy he’s here.” Jenn instructed her.
“Because I, *mmmm! Because now I can get fucked.*”
*Jesus fucking christ.* I was so taken aback hearing *Heather* say something like that. You have to understand that pretty much the only conversations we had were about pretty technical mathy things. Once or twice she came to office hours and we chatted casually a bit – she seemed very “normal” albeit a little geeky (she is a PhD student in a STEM field after all). So overall my impression of her was very professional. She’s hot, yes, but I never thought much about that.
Jenn laughed and squeezed her other nipple, hard.
“*Ahhh!*” Heather yelled.
“Oh no no no. He’s here to make sure you’re a good girl. You’ll need to do whatever *he* says too.”
“*Ooh, oooh, mmm!*” The vibrator must have kicked it for her again. “P-Please…” Heather nearly whispered, looking at me.
This was another moment that took me off guard. In the moment I couldn’t tell what she was saying please for. Did she want me to untie her so she could run home? Was she asking me to physically hold Jenn down while she escaped? Well, those feelings didn’t last because she definitely clarified what she was asking for…
“Please fuck me.”
*Whoa,* I thought. *Is she truly into this?*
“*Please Dr. Hand. Mmmm, oh fuck!* You remember me right?” Heather asked.
*Shit, this just got personal.* She wasn’t going to pretend like we didn’t know each other.
“I’ll be a good girl, just like in your class. *Please fuck me. Take your dick out and fuck me. Fuck me Dr. Hand.* I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll be good, I promise. *Oooh mmmm, please, plea-*”
Jenn slipped the gag back up into her mouth. I could feel Jenn trying to read me, and I recall feeling really conflicted. Yes, Heather *did* just beg me to fuck her, but she was also bound and gagged so I wasn’t sure how genuine she was being.
My gut felt a little off. I should have listened to it and left them to play out whatever weird thing they had, but my penis was excited. I hate to admit it but I was really turned on. It’s not everyday you’re in a room with two beautiful women and one of them is begging you to fuck them. And seeing Heather like that almost felt like seeing a new person, so that added a lot to my horniness.
“Be quiet and watch.” Jenn told Heather once the gag was back in place.
“Hey there.” Jenn said quietly when she walked over to me.
She pulled my head down to kiss her, and shoved her tongue past my teeth. She moaned as we made out next to Heather, next to the sound of the vibrator.
“*Mmm*,” Jenn whispered in my ear as she pushed her cheek against mine.
“This is going to be so hot.” Her mouth found my neck.
“I want her to watch.” Teeth bit into me.
“Then you can use her.” Her hands reached down to grab my crotch.
“*She’ll do whatever we want.*” My pants buckle came apart.
“*Then you can fuck her however you want.*”
Jenn had my cock out and in her hands. She jacked me off…*ambitiously.* She was excited, I could tell. She was using both hands, one to cup and squeeze my balls and the other to travel the length of my dick. She was really trying to get me in her same head space, and honestly it was working.
I was a complete sucker for everything she was doing. I fucking love biting so feeling her bite me and whisper to me while grabbing my cock was enough to make *me* do whatever she wanted.
I looked over at Heather. I know it’s a stupid thing to say but something in her eyes made me feel like it was okay. It could also have been Jenn getting on her knees and swallowing my cock that made me want to believe anything.
I remember that I closed my eyes at some point when Jenn was going down on me, and when I opened them Heather was grinding on the vibrator. Her eyes were still fixed on me, moving from watching Jenn to meeting my eyes. Soon she started to moan more, seemingly unable to hold it in. Jenn sped up when she heard Heather, and when Heather’s voice didn’t stop Jenn spoke up with a reminder.
“Hey, don’t cum over there. Not until we say it’s okay.”
Heather’s voice sounded like she was pleading through the gag, but Jenn paid her no mind as her lips slipped back down my shaft.
“*Fuck…*what about me?” I asked.
Jenn laughed and stood up. “Definitely not.”
Jenn slowly dragged her finger up Heather’s leg. When she reached the vibrator, she switched it off and slipped a finger into her. Heather squirmed and groaned to the point that it seemed like she was about to lose control of her body.
“*No cumming!*” Jenn snapped.
“And don’t speak unless I ask you a question.” Jenn added as she took the gag off. “So…what should we do with you?”
“*Fuck me! You should fuck me.*” Heather said immediately. I was surprised at how desperate she spoke. Again, this was someone I watched talk down a senior professor in our department when he tried to tell her she was wrong about something. Heather had confidence, maybe even too much of it. What was this side of her? It kind of freaked me out seeing it.
“*Please Ms. Jenn. I’m sorry I screwed up. I won’t do it again. I’ll be a good girl. Please, just let me cum, please Ms. Jenn.*”
Oh yeah – “Ms. Jenn”. People that read my original post about Jenn may recall that she’s office staff in my department. Usually, and I mean like 95% of the time, office staff are old ladies. They typically go by Mrs or Ms and their first name to students. Jenn conformed to that even though she wasn’t the typical office lady. I never thought twice about it until that night when I heard Heather say it. I realized Jenn probably liked the title.
Heather turned her head to me. “*Please Dr. Hand, please come fuck me. Make Ms. Jenn listen. I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do whatever you sa-*”
“*Enough!*” Jenn snapped.
Heather went quiet, and we both just waited for Jenn to act. She pulled her shirt over her head. No bra, so her huge tits immediately fell down. Sometimes I forgot how fucking big her tits are. I remember feeling so incredibly turned on in that moment. I wanted to rush to her and shove my face in her chest. *Forget all this nonsense with Heather, just let me fuck your tits and cum on your chest,* I thought.
Next her jeans came off, no underwear. This weird threeway thing was initiated in such a bold way. Jenn climbed onto the bed, up up and up until she was over Heather’s face, and told Heather to lick her pussy. Jenn moaned and assured her she was doing a good job, being a good girl. I grabbed my cock and started jacking off slowly while I watched.
“*Mm, fuck!*” Jenn yelled before she turned around to look at me. “Come slap my ass.”
I obliged. I got into position and spanked her. This wasn’t new for us so I knew how hard she wanted it (which was pretty fucking hard). Jenn screamed when I connected, and I spanked her even harder right away.
“*Fuck! Stop*…pinch her nipples.” Jenn said.
I hesitated. I wasn’t there yet.
“Come on, do it.”
Heather’s breasts *are* nice. They’re just big enough to spill over to the side when she was lying down, and her nipples were ghostlike – very enticing. But still, I didn’t really know Heather. I didn’t really know if she liked that.
“*Do it!*” Jenn yelled between moans.
*God damnit, fine.* I reached down and pinched both of her nipples softly. She moaned a little in response but nothing like when Jenn did it earlier. That was as hard as I was going to do it.
Jenn was getting louder, getting closer to an orgasm, but she abruptly jumped off the bed.
“Your turn.” she said, smiling innocently.
“My…turn?”
“What do you want her to do?”
“Umm…I’m not sure.”
I didn’t really want her to do anything. I was horny enough to go along with Jenn, but I wasn’t trying to order Heather around or anything.
“Okay…well how about she sucks your cock?”
I shrugged.
“Okay then how about-”
“Let’s just fuck.” I said.
“Oooo okay, sure. Right next to her on the bed. Yeah!”
Jenn climbed onto the bed stomach down and pushed her ass up for me, and gave Heather a reminder that she still can’t talk.
“No, she can talk.” I said.
Jenn smiled and said, “He’s a softie.”
“*Ooooh fuckkkk…*” Jenn groaned when I entered her.
She was already so wet that I slid in with ease. I started slow but Jenn was already at 60mph.
“*Mm, harder. Harder! Fuck!*” she yelled.
I looked at Heather, bound and squirming, but not talking. She met my eyes, but kept quiet. No problem with me, but…
“He told you to talk so talk!” Jenn yelled.
I nodded at Heather, trying to give her gentle confirmation. Maybe I could be the good cop in this scenario.
“*Do you want him to fuck you too?*”
“*Mhmm*” Heather whimpered in response.
“*Mmm fuck, his dick feels so fucking good inside me. Are you gonna be a good girl for him?*”
“*Y-Yeah! I’ll be a g-good g-girl. I promise.*”
“That’s the only way you’re getting fucked tonight.” Jenn reminded her.
That seemed to invigorate Heather.
“*Please Ms. Jenn! I’ll be good, I’ll be good! Dr. Hand, please. I’ll be your good girl and you can fuck me.*”
We kept fucking while Heather begged next to us. I can’t lie – it was fucking hot. I had never had someone beg me as much as she did that night. That was new for me. I was pushing back all the hesitation I had about it, pushing myself into Jenn as hard as I could. She started to lose herself in the moment.
“*Fuck! Oh fuck fuck-ooooh! Don’t stop!*”
I don’t even know who she was talking to because at that moment she grabbed Heather’s arm.
“*Please Ms. Jenn, oh please fuck me Ms. Jenn, let me lick your pussy again. I’ll be a good girl, I will Ms. Jenn.*”
“*Ooh oh ooh fuckkk OHHHH!*”
I felt Jenn stop pushing back against me. My dick got wetter. Her body shook while she moaned with her face in the bed. I spanked her while she came, and never stopped shoving my dick into her until she calmed down.
“*Oh god, fucking hell…*” Jenn exhaled.
I was completely in fuck-mode then. You know what I mean right? I’m talking about when you’re totally in the moment and your lust drives you to do crazy shit. That’s where I was. I know it because I threw away any inhibitions about my former student tied up next to me.
I turned to see Heather staring at us, squirming in her restraints. Her tits wiggled as she moved. Her legs were so long and pale, and something about the way her knees kept rubbing one another was so innocent. Heather’s main asset, though, is her face. She’s beautiful. Her face is thin and long with light blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, and full lips. She always wears dangle earrings and that night was no different. They were tear shaped aquamarine gemstone to match her eyes that made her seem so *regal*. And…I don’t know why, but I wanted to bring her down.
“Ah!” Jenn was startled when I quickly pulled out of her.
I threw a leg around Heather’s waist, and moved upward. She had been begging me to fuck her – but she didn’t say *where* to fuck her. I kept moving until my dick was at her mouth.
“Open.”
She did, and I stuck my cock past her perfectly blush full lips. I kept pushing until she coughed to know what her limit was. I pulled out to let her catch her breath, feeling some weird satisfaction of pushing her to that point.
“Open.” I told her again when she seemed ready.
I shoved my cock past her lips again, past her teeth, feeling her tongue underneath me. In and out, in and out, I kept my dick in her mouth the whole time.
Heather screamed on my cock a few moments later. Jenn was behind me now, with Heather’s nipples between her fingers. The vibrator came back on too.
I grabbed her hair by the scalp and tugged harshly on it while I pumped into her mouth. Her earrings bounced against the pillow. Heather was starting to squirm, starting to groan more and more. It seemed like it was overwhelming for her. I kept going until she was practically screaming underneath me.
Heather’s body was heaving when I pulled my cock out of her mouth. Jenn was still working her tits, and the vibrator hummed behind me.
“*Lick it. Be a good girl and lick it.*”
In between licks she begged us to let her finish.
“*Ms. Jenn, please, oh please let me, let me cum, I’m being-a good girl-please!”
A surprise came then. *Slap!*
“*Ah!* Jenn, what the fuck?” I nearly yelled.
I turned around to see Jenn smiling at me with that devious little smile she gets all the time. See, I’m not really into being spanked. I’ve tried to like it, but I feel a little too submissive when someone is repeatedly spanking me. I enjoy spanking *other* people (that like to be spanked) for sure, maybe a little too much, but *being spanked* doesn’t make me feel hot. Jenn and I had been over this. Once she tried to get me to agree to being restrained stomach down so she could break out a flogger on me. *Hard no* was my answer, and we talked about spanking for a while after that. So when she spanked me right then, I knew she knew she was trying to push me.
But whatever, I let it go. It was a small price to pay for being able to facefuck the golden child of our department’s PhD students.
*Slap!* Fuck that hurt.
*Spank!* “Ow, fuck!”
Jenn giggled. “Bend over some more.”
*Sigh*, I obliged her, but I needed to keep myself up. I shoved my dick back in Heather’s mouth and told her to do the work this time. Jenn kept slapping the shit out of my ass for…I don’t even know how long, maybe another minute or two. She stopped when Heather warned us she was about to cum.
“‘Oh God, oh fuck, I’m gonna, oooh, I’m gonna-*”
The vibrator stopped.
“*Oooh!*” Heather groaned desperately. “*Noo, please! Please, oh fuck I was so close, god damnit fuck you!*”
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Jenn snapped at her. I stepped off and moved to the side of the bed.
“*I-I’m sorry! S-Sorry Ms. Jenn!* I was just so close, I couldn’t help it.”
Jenn looked at me and asked, “What do you think Professor? Was that something a good girl would do?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Do you think she deserves to cum at all tonight?”
“After that? Hell no.”
“What should we do to her then?” Jenn asked, smiling that devious smile again.
“Maybe we can break out the nipple clamps.” I suggested
“*Noo! I’ll be good!*” Heather interrupted.
I gave another suggestion. “Turn her over and spank her until she’s red?”
Heather squirmed and whimpered. “*N-No, please, I’m sorry…*”
“Do you think she still deserves to be fucked?” Jenn asked.
I shrugged.
“*Please! I’ll be good, I’ll be so good!*”
“She says she’ll be good.” I said.
Jenn turned to her and asked, “Will you? You weren’t very good just now.”
“*Yes! I’ll be good. I can beg, I can be loud or quiet or whatever you want.*” She looked at me and begged, “*I’ll suck your cock more Professor. Or you can fuck my mouth again.”
“Maybe he wants to spank you.” Jenn interjected.
“*Yes! Spank me until I’m a good girl. Spank me…for every question I ever missed!*”
“Good, I’ll go get, the flogger then.” Jenn smiled. Heather looked nervous suddenly.
“Then he’ll pick a hole and fuck you until it’s full with his cum.”
Heather hesitated, but then looked straight at me and said, “*Use me, use my body, fuck me and use me!*”
God damn that was one of the hottest things someone has ever said to me. My mind started running with what I wanted to do. Definitely spanking, probably prone bone, definitely more mouth fucking-
“So he can do *anything* he wants? To use you?” Jenn asked. I could see the excitement in her eyes.
Heather hesitated again before responding. “W-Well…no. N-Not…anything…”
*Oh shit.* Something about the way she said that was sobering. Maybe she *was* into all this, but I couldn’t help but question how much of this she was enjoying then.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘not anything’?!” Jenn snapped. “You’re not getting fucked with that attitude. I’ll leave you strapped here all night begging until the sun comes up-”
“*Jenn.*” I stopped her. I still remember how genuinely angry her eyes looked. “Let’s…talk outside.”
She stormed out of the room, and I followed.
“Maybe we should just untie her. She doesn’t seem on board with everything we want to do.” I tried to frame it as “we” and not “you” just to appease her.
“What? No! She and I talked about this.”
“Really? When?”
“Literally just the other day! She told me she wanted someone to make her beg. She wanted to know what it was like to be tied down.”
“Okay…well, did she say she wanted the pain shit too?”
“Yeah she said she loved nipple play and spanking.”
I sighed. “I don’t know, she seemed kind of uncomfortable just now. And I’m feeling that way too.”
“You? Why?” Jenn scrunched up her face while asking.
“Well *I* didn’t hear her say she loved those things, and she was hesitant just now. And frankly I fucking told you before not to spank me so obviously you’re ignoring boundaries right now.”
“…Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“You’re mad because I fucking slapped your ass? Are you some kind of bitch or something?”
“No it just fucking hurts and I don’t like it.”
“Wow, okay, is that all you wanted to tell me?”
“Why don’t we just untie her and let her participate fully?”
“*What??* That’s the whole point.”
“Yeah but I’m having a hard time deciphering what she wants and doesn’t want.”
“Fucking ALL of it!” Jenn waved her hands in front of me. “I’m telling you – she fucking wants all of it. To be tied up, slapped, degraded, you fucking name it. She even told me she wanted to choke on your fucking cock so I thought I’d fucking surprise *both* of you by making that shit happen.”
“Then why didn’t she say that just now?”
“I don’t know!” Jenn threw her arms up. “This is her first time with this shit so she’s probably just nervous.”
“Yeah, and that’s my point. She doesn’t know exactly what she wants. She needs to be very clear on that before she’s fucking tied to a bed with a gag in her mouth. Did you even talk about a safe word?”
Jenn didn’t respond.
“Jesus Jenn, stop trying to be some kind of bdsm queen in there. Tying her up? Sure. Pushing her while she’s that vulnerable? That’s not fucking okay.”
“So what – we just untie her and have normal sex? Wow that’s *sooo hot.*” Jenn said sarcastically.
“We can leave her tied up, but I’m not going any further than what we’ve already done.”
“Fine. Whatever.”
Jenn walked back in, and gestured in an “After you” sort of way. I got onto the bed and unhooked the vibrator. Heather watched me curiously.
“You’ve been good.” I told her softly. “Don’t stop now.”
Heather gasped when my dick pressed into her. She let out a long moan and let her head hang back. I pushed my body into her slowly, and grasped her hips as I moved back out.
“*Oooooh!*” Heather let out. “*Yes, mmm harder. Use me!*”
The bed shook when I went back into her. I paused when my hips met her pelvis, and she started begging for me to go faster. I didn’t though. I went slow on the way out, then crashed back into her.
“*Oooh, faster. Please! Oooh, fuck, please fuck me faster. Oooh!*”
Heather squirmed with my cock inside of her while she begged. Jenn was standing on the side pouting. I motioned for her to come join us.
“If you can make me cum then you can cum.” Jenn said as she climbed onto Heather’s face.
Muffled “*Mmmm*”s were all I could hear from Heather then. Jenn sat facing me. I tried to make eye contact, but she was back in the zone. Her eyes kept forcing closed while she bit her lip. I could see her hips grinding on Heather’s face – I remember noticing that her tits wobbled when she did that.
“*Mmm, fuck! Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.*” Jenn said harshly.
I reached out to grab Jenn’s breast, but she quickly grabbed my wrist. *Shit, is she really that mad?* She gave me a death glare while holding my hand, looked me straight in the eyes, and moved my hand to her nipple. I squeezed – hard.
“*OH! Fuck!*” Jenn screamed.
We had done this many times before. I knew she loved having her nipples pinched. Heather and I kept going. It took a few minutes, but we got her there. Jenn hips buckled in two hard motions on Heather’s face, and I squeezed her nipples hard.
“*Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH-FUCK!!*” Jenn let out.
She hopped off from the head of the bed and joined my side. I could see Heather’s mouth gleaming.
“*Mmm, that was good.*” Jenn said. “What do you think professor?”
I fully intended to let her cum, but I was so into Heather begging that I played with her a little more.
“I think it’s about time. As long as she keeps begging, that is.”
“*Ooh, please! Come on, please let me cum. You can fuck me however you want.*”
*Bzzzzz*
“*I-I-Oooh mmmmm!*”
Jenn was in control of the vibrator while I grabbed Heather by the hips and plunged into her. Heather begged desperately, asking for more, asking for me to go faster, asking to cum.
Jenn reached a hand under me and held my testicles.
“*Ah, fuck! Mmm!*” – that one was me.
“*He’s about to cum. Can he cum inside you?*” Jenn asked playfully.
“*Yes! Anywhere, he can cum anywhere. Cum inside me, professor! Oh fuck. I-I-I can’t-*”
“You can cum. You’ve been a good girl. You can cum now. Cum all over my cock.”
Heather gasped. Jenn and I both dug in. I felt everything around my cock get wetter. Heather *sobbed*, softly saying “*oh oh oh*”. Jenn was laughing next to me while I tried so hard to focus on not stopping what I was doing.
“-*OOH FUCK!*” Heather screamed.
Her hips bucked on me, and she pulled on the restraints. A long and loud droning moan came out of her.
“*OooOOOOooooOOOH!*”
She was nearly crying by the time she calmed down, begging us to *stop.*
“*Oh my god, oh fuck, stop, stop stop, oh fuck!*”
Watching her cum so was incredible. I knew what I wanted from there. I wanted the pretty face of the golden student again. The one with fancy earrings and an innocent smile.
I stepped over her hips, and the golden student laid there waiting for whatever I wanted. I squeezed her tits tightly before moving up to her face. This time I didn’t have to tell her to “Open”. Heather invited me in with an open mouth and hungry eyes, accepting my cock covered in her cum.
I groaned involuntarily, watching this student that everyone regarded as perfect take most of my cock in her mouth. I pulled out and pushed it back in. She garbled out something like a surprised moan, and that was all I needed to hear. I knew she was game.
I grabbed the back of her head and clenched my fist full of her hair while my hips pushed my cock into her throat as far as I could. Then out. Back in, hard. Out and back in again. Over and over and over, stopping when she would whimper to let her catch a breath.
Hands found my testicles – *Jenn*. She grasped my balls and squeezed while I fucked Heather’s mouth. *That was it for me.*
“*Ooh, oooh, f-f-fuckkkkk, ahhhhh!*” I groaned.
Cum poured out of me down Heather’s throat. My hips locked and Jenn squeezed my balls even harder, her other hand groping my ass.
“*Ah FUCK! God damnit, ahhh, fuuuuck!*”
When I finished I had slumped over, propping myself up by the headboard. My eyes opened to find Heather staring straight at me, my cock still almost fully in her mouth. I pulled out, watching Heather’s mouth form into a smile.
“Wow, thanks Professor.”
She and Jenn laughed. I reached down to pinch her nipple in response.
Jenn wouldn’t untie her until she and I were cleaned up. I rolled my eyes, but let it go. I had a feeling Jenn and I were not done with “talks”. Heather was eventually released, cleaned up, and went home.
Jenn and I had a little pow-wow after she left. I told her I needed to be in the loop for things like this. If Heather wouldn’t have been tied up, then sure it would have been a really fun surprise but she can’t expect me to be on board with someone I barely know in such a vulnerable position. Jenn didn’t really seem to take much of that to heart.
***
Jenn and I didn’t last much longer. That night was at the beginning of last summer, and we were done by mid August. We kept seeing each other after that night but it definitely felt a little weird. She kept pushing boundaries all the time. In July she told me she accepted a job offer at a different school (it was a step up for her), and that was it. Whatever we had wasn’t strong enough for long distance, so we called it when she moved. I was a little sad because the sex we had was amazing, but I was also a bit relieved given all the weird stuff that had been occurring between us.
***
I *have* talked to Heather again. Of course we were bound to run into each other because she still has a couple years left of her PhD. It was fairly recent actually – the first week of classes this semester.
I’m teaching a topics course this semester, which is like a one-off class on a subject that there isn’t a regular class for. Heather’s name was on the roster leading up to classes. I had a feeling that would happen because the subject was relevant to her.
We didn’t speak directly at first except for questions she asked in class. But the class size is really small, like 10 people, so it’s easy to have a good discussions and by week 3 Heather was speaking up all the time.
A few weeks into class, she came by office hours. *Oh boy, this is it, can’t avoid it any longer,* I thought. She did have a genuine question about the course content (*of course she did, she’s Heather*), but then afterwards she tip-toed into other territory.
“So um…could we,” Heather started, sheepishly. “Could we…talk…about other…stuff?”
“Um…yes. Shut my door please.”
“So…” she seemed to have trouble knowing where to begin.
“I didn’t know you were going to be there.” I said.
“Same…”
“Um…were you…o..kay…with all of that? I had trouble telling-”
“Yeah, yeah, most of it at least.” Heather interrupted me, sounding a little surprised.
“Most of it?”
“Yeah I mean, everything until Jenn started going off the rails a bit asking me if you two could do *anything*. But that’s okay, I guess you know how she can get. How long were you two together?”
I caught her up on mine and Jenn’s brief history. She said Jenn not telling me about her being there that night was “so Jenn”. I agreed. Apparently she slept with Jenn the first time she met her – a few years ago when Heather first came to town to attend the school’s orientation. Jenn gave a talk to the incoming grad students, and then she and Heather found each other at the bar that night. It was a “normal” experience, but afterwards they sexted and talked a lot about getting together again and exploring more kinky stuff. They could never get the timing right though.
“Well that makes me feel better about the whole thing then. Maybe you can imagine how it’s uncomfortable to have a tied up and gagged person sprung onto you.” I explained.
Heather laughed. “Yeah…honestly that probably could have been a lot more fun for all of us if you would have known beforehand.”
I smiled. “Yeah, *probably,*” I said slowly.
We stared at each other, taking in the moment. Heather’s long blonde hair was down, and her earrings poked through the strands. They were the same earrings she wore that night. She was also wearing her usual pearl necklace – it wrapped tightly around her neck. Her outfit was a simple but elegant – a silk flowy light-colored blouse with dark pants.
“Well, I wanted to come by to just say that…I hope that night isn’t going to affect your view of me as a student in your class this semester.”
I noted that she didn’t even mention dropping or withdrawing from the class. Of course not, *she’s Heather*. She is not going to compromise her education just because I might feel weird.
“Of course not.” I said, switching back to a professional tone.
“Okay, great.”
“Great.”
“So…I’ll see you around?”
“Yep, I’ll see you in class.”
She stood up and left, but not before shooting me a quick wink.
—
No, Heather and I have not done anything since that night. I will remain professional for the semester. In my experience it can be difficult to go platonic after you cross the boundary into sexual, but I’m not going out of my way to make it happen.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xoos63/mf_teacherstudent_things_got_out_of_hand_with_my
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