Cheaters Never Win (Open for one female)

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Charles Meier couldn't believe what he was seeing as he compared the paper to what was on his computer screen, but there was no denying it. One of his top students, a bright young woman majoring in his department, had plagiarized a paper found online! It was a serious offense, requiring expulsion if reported to the University, and one that he knew he should report. Still, he could not help but wonder what had driven this girl to cheat in such a fashion. It was risky for any student, but one in her final year was putting years of work on the line by doing so.

The following day, he knew she was supposed to be in lecture, so he dressed as imposingly as he could. Even without the extra effort, he knew he was intimidating. At 6'7", he looked down on most of the students who came through his courses, and his short-cropped black hair combined with his ice blue eyes made it seem he was staring through you at times if he focused on you. This day, however, he made sure to dress in a suit with a dark blue coat and trousers, and a dark gray tie.

He seemed intense during his lecture that day, though no more than usual, though the young woman in question clearly noticed that his attention fell on her more than usual. When the bell rang signaling the end of the lecture, he stopped her, and told her, "Excuse me, but I think we need to talk about your last paper."

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Cassandra Stevens, fondly known to most as Casey, walked down the hallway to her classroom, her 4" black stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor. Her impossibly long, tanned legs led up to a mid-thigh length black skirt that accented her flared hips and an ass to die for.

Casey wore a black halter top with just the hint of a black lace bra that encased her ample C cup breasts and a black ribbon that bound her long blonde hair in a single ponytail to finish her all black ensemble. A few strands of hair framed a beautiful face whose lips always seem to lift in a quirky smile.

All throughout class, Casey talked with a few friends and enjoyed herself immensely. She had great friends in that class and a professor that was kind, if a little imposing at times. However, he seemed to pay extra attention to her that day.

Casey was walking out of the classroom after his lecture when he stopped her. He was tall and he towered well over her 5'10" frame.

She gulped and managed to stammer out, "Uhm... okay s-sir."

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As Cassandra stood before him, Dr. Meier couldn't help but admire her briefly. She had a lovely body, and always seemed dressed to show it off well. He did not, however, let his eyes linger too long. That could be dangerous, especially in front of the students who were still filtering out of the lecture hall.

"I am sorry if you had plans, but there really is something we should discuss, and I think my office might be a better place for our talk than this lecture hall," he told her in a firm voice, though he kept it low as he did not wish to embarrass her. Hopefully she would not force him to do just that. Rather than waiting for an answer, he grabbed his briefcase, and turned to lead her through the halls and upstairs to where his office was, holding the door open for her to allow her to go in first.

Once inside, he closed the door, and took his jacket off before sitting down. Taking out the paper she had submitted, he slid it across the desk toward her. He had made no marks on it. "A good paper, Miss Stevens. Unfortunately, I found where you got it from," the professor told her, deciding not to beat around the bush at all, "Would you mind explaining yourself?" He really was curious about why such a bright young woman had chosen to cheat as she had.

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Casey opened and closed her mouth a few times as she sat and stared at him. She reached for the paper, already know what it looked like as she traced the edges.

Casey opened her mouth again, this time managing to make a few incoherent noises before closed it yet again. Her trademark smile was off her face and there was no indication that it was ever there.

"Dr. Meier..." She started lamely. "I can explain..."

The young woman struggled to think up some brilliant lie, an excuse, anything! She mumbled a few things under her breath subconsciously as she wrung her hands.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." She gasped that last part quickly as tears formed at the rims of her eyes.

"Please." She paused as a sob worked its way from her throat. "Please. What does this mean for me?"

Expulsion. Her inner voice answered.

"Am I to be expelled? But I can't! I've only four more weeks. Four weeks..." Casey hugged herself as she repeated the last two words over and over again to herself. She looked up at her professor.

"Please, don't expel me. I'll do anything." She swallowed thickly.

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He watched, those blue eyes seeming to look right through her, as she searched for an answer he might accept, but apparently lying was not one of her strong points. It was refreshing in a way, and as he watched the lovely young woman come to a conclusion about what it would mean if he revealed it, he could not help but smile a little.

"You are right to be afraid, Miss Stevens, because you are correct. Expulsion is what happens to you if I report this," Dr. Meier began, keeping his eyes fixed on the student, "And it would be a shame to be expelled when you are so close to your degree." Even as she was clearly agonizing over her fate, the blond looked beautiful, and it was enough to give him the courage to go forward with the plan that had been brewing in his mind since the previous night.

After a pause to let the possible consequences sink in for her, the professor went on, "However, if you are, as you say, willing to do anything, then I think we might be able to come to an arrangement. Let's see just how committed you are. Lift your skirt, and then remove your panties for me." His last sentence seemed strange, coming from his lips, but his voice was just as firm as it always was, and the unspoken threat of expulsion still hanging in the air of his office.

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Casey's sobs stopped as her jaw dropped. She lifted her soft blue eyes and stared into Dr. Meier's ice blues in disbelief. She shook her head.

"What? I don't think I heard you correctly." The young blonde woman chuckled nervously. "You can't be serious?" But there was no indication that her professor was joking and Casey sobered up immediately.

"But I can't do that! You can't do this to me! It's blackmail!" She was crying now as she refused his demands.

But Casey thought back on all of her hard work. So much time... so much time wasted.

"O-okay." She sighed as she followed his orders, working her thong down her hips.

Casey's body racked with sobs that suddenly stopped as she gain new determination.

I can't be expelled.

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Dr. Meier listened to her protests, and was about to respond to her charge of blackmail by telling her that she could expect the expulsion paperwork within a few days when she seemingly had a change of heart and agreed to his demands. He then watched intently as she slid the thong over her hips and down her legs, drinking in the sight of her bare sex under the skirt.

Once she had them off, he instructed her further, "Now, if that was too much to ask for me to drop the expulsion proceedings, then maybe you aren't as willing as you thought you were to do anything. That was only the beginning of what I have in mind, after all." He paused then, and reached into his cooler to pull out a bottle of water to take a sip before setting it back on his desk.

"So, if you really want me to keep this from the dean of students," he went on, fixing his eyes on hers once more, "Then you can place that lovely thong of yours on my desk. If not, you can put them back on and go back to your dorm room to begin packing." His tone was hard, but smooth, like polished steel. It was crystal clear that he was not going to be letting her get off easily after what she had done.

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Casey trembled and shivered as Mr. Meier stared intently at her bare sex. She stood up again and strode forward hesitantly and placed her lacy black thong on the Professor's desk.

"Please don't. I've already told you to I will do anything. I need this." She was sobbing again now, softly as her bare bottom rested on the leather seat.

She blew a stray lock of hair back into position on her head as she contemplated her situation.

He's definitely going to want more things from me. Casey sniffed.

"Is there anything I have to do?" She asked as she wrung her hands, obviously distressed.

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He simply nodded when she said she needed this. She was only weeks from getting her degree, and putting himself in her place, he knew what he would have done. "There will be many things you will have to do, Cassandra. In fact, you are going to be quite busy between now and the end of the semester," he told her as he stood up, and walked around behind her toward the door. Soon after, she heard the clicking sound of the lock, and then felt him close behind her.

"What I expect, for the next four weeks, is for you to be my personal sex slave," he told her, in a very matter-of-fact tone as he looked down at her from behind her chair, enjoying the view down her halter top that the vantage point gave him. "You will wear clothing that is easy access for me, such as the skirt you are wearing now, and panties will be forbidden. You will fuck who I say, when I say, how I say," he went on, feeling his shaft beginning to swell against his pants as he spoke, "Not that I expect to be hosting huge orgies, but if I decide I want to watch you getting laid by a colleague, or even one of your classmates, I don't expect to hear any arguments."

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Her body stiffened at his words. Her baby blue eyes blazed fire as she gazed at his desk with unconcealed hatred.

"I understand." Casey said simply, her complacent tone of voice surprising her.

She turned her head slightly to catch him staring down her top. His gaze never wavered.

"I don't necessarily like it, but I understand." The young blonde then looked straight ahead at the desk again.

"Is there anything I have to do for you right now, sir?" Casey shuddered as she thought of the possibilities.

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At the young woman's question, the professor's gaze did lift to look at her face, as much as he could from that position. A slight grin touched his lips as he responded, "I can see why you might not like it, but no one forced you to cheat on that paper." Dr. Meier appreciated the control she held of herself, though, as he voice did not betray her anger. Reaching down, he lifted a lock of hair from her ponytail and let it slip along his finger.

"And yes, there is something you can do for me now. Stand up, and sit on the edge of my desk," he told her as he took a step back away from her chair, "And then pull your skirt up, out of my way." Standing in the corner of his office, he watched her, waiting for her to do as he said, the hint of a smile on his lips. He had four weeks to train her, to make her his in such a way that once she graduated, she would not be able to bring herself to leave him. It would be an interesting challenge, and one he would enjoy immensely whether he succeeded or failed.

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Her movements were fluid, the all-consuming anger inside not showing on the surface.

"Yes, sir." Casey answered him as her body moved out of the chair until she sat on his desk.

Her eyes were the only things that betrayed her self-control, the beautiful orbs portraying her true feelings. Casey pulled her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, and exposed her glistening sex.

Wait a second... glistening? She gasped mentally as a shudder ran through her nubile body. A shudder born not of disgust but of... anticipation?

Casey leaned back on her elbows and waited for Dr. Meier to move.

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Watching her intently, the professor could not keep the grin on his lips from growing when he saw that her pussy was already wet. As he approached her, he unbuckled his belt, and then unfastened his pants. Once he stood in front of her, between her spread thighs, he lowered them along with his boxers, and let his cock spring free; now that she could see it, it was clear that he put her past boyfriends to shame in the size department.

"Seems you might enjoy this more than you had thought," he commented as he reached down and ran a finger along her slick cuntlips, then lifting that finger to her mouth. "Taste yourself, Cassandra," he told her, his eyes locking on hers even as the swollen head of his cock lightly brushed against her entrance.

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She blushed furiously at his comment and was about to respond when he held a finger up to her mouth.

Casey shook her head no, but realizing that she had no choice, her tongues naked out and licked his finger as if it was his cock.

Speaking of his cock, he was positioned right at the entrance to her sex. It ached for attention and she whimpered pitifully.

"Oh god." The young blonde shivered. "Please just hurry."

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"I intend to do no such thing," he responded to her plea for him to hurry, smiling at her devilishly, "I've been admiring you since the first class of mine you took. What makes you think I am going to hurry now that I get to enjoy you?"

The professor was aware of the way she shivered, and kept his cock positioned to enter her at any time, pressed lightly against the lips of her sex, but rather than pushing in, his hands moved to her waist, and he began to move them under her halter top, caressing her stomach as his eyes remained on hers. He was not expecting her to enjoy his touch yet, or at least not to be able to admit it, but he watched for the signs nonetheless.

When his fingers crept over her breasts, teasing them through her bra, she finally felt pressure on her pussy, and the swollen head of his shaft slipped inside her. He was thick, causing her to stretch around him, and forcing him to enter her slowly, not that he minded at all. Dr. Meier was groaning with intense pleasure as he inched into her, pulling the cups of her bra down to get to her bare tits.

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"Oh..." she groaned. His hands groped her breasts through the lacy bra.

Her face was a mask of distaste at his actions as he pinched her nipples. However that mask flashed in and out of existence as he entered her slowly. Glimpses of the bliss she felt and a barely audible moan escaped her lips as he stretched her.

Oh, god. Oh god. Oh god. Casey mumbled again and again, Dr. Meir's cock starting to fill her slowly, and he wasn't even halfway in yet!

The blonde student ground her teeth together to keep from moaning out loud, inch after inch of his thick cock disappeared into her depths.

Then the Professor pulled at the cups of her bra until then her tits popped out. The lace lifted up her breasts and caused them to jut out away from her body.

A soft feminine moan was heard in the room. Casey's eyes flicked around the room, looking for the source. The young blonde's face was flushed as she realized that it came from her!

"Professor..." she whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable.

"Uhhhh..." Casey whimpered. Her body started responding to the stimulus, and she started to slowly thrust back at his cock.

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"Yes, Cassandra?" he responded to her whisper, as her own movements caused the last bit of his cock to disappear within her, pulsing against her inner walls as the swollen head of his prick pressed against her cervix. His arms slid around her, and gripped her asscheeks, holding her there, completely full of his shaft for a moment as he leaned in and nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth. A wicked grin was on the professor's lips as he stared into her eyes and asked, "Are you perhaps enjoying this more than you expected?"

Despite any answer, he began to move his hips then, his hands sliding up and around to the front of her body, once more cupping her soft breasts, loving the feel of her hard nipples pressed to his palm. His phone rang then, but he simply ignored it, letting it go to voicemail; whatever it was could wait, as far as he was concerned. Dr. Meier's thrusts were slow at first, teasing, although occasionally he would push in hard, loving her reactions to the way he fucked her.

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Ms. Stevens shook her head furiously at the same time a moan escaped her lips. Her face was flushed with shame and desire. A phone rang, but Dr. Meier seemed to have ignored it.

Casey groaned in exasperation whenever he pounded into her hard, only to go back to his slow thrusts. She swallowed her pride and spoke in a hard voice.

"Harder, please." Casey was now completely on her back and her hands held the professor's larger ones, squeezing her breasts together with him.

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"Is that so?" the professor's voice taunted her as his slow strokes into her continued, his thick shaft pulsing against her inner walls, "Because that didn't sound like the plea of a miserable woman, Cassandra." He did not, at first, give her what she asked for, continuing to tease her, his hands shifting slightly on her breasts so that he could rub his thumbs over her hard nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh they were attached to.

Eventually, though, his own self-control faltered a bit, and he began to thrust harder with more regularity, until he was pounding into her in a steady rhythm that caused her breasts to bounce wildly once he released them to drag his fingertips slowly down over her stomach to grasp her by the hips. His fingers dug in once there, pulling her even harder onto his thrusts as he groaned with pleasure, "Is this how you wanted it, Cassandra?"

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Casey turned her head away and refused to respond as his slow, leisurely strokes continued. She was relieved however when his control slipped and his hard thrusts come more frequently.

The blond student moaned, his hands were grasping her hips, he was pounding into her with a passion, and Casey was loving it. She bucked back into him, impaling herself on his long, thick cock repeatedly.

He's so huge! The rest of Casey's thoughts fled the room as her unexpected orgasm overwhelmed her.

She muffled her cries of pleasure into Dr. Mieir's chest as her fingernails dug into his back. Just as she came down from her first orgasm, her second one hit.

Casey was exhausted by now and begged him. "Please, sir. No more. I can't take it anymooooooRRRRREEE!!!"

She had to stop herself from screaming yet again, this time biting into his shoulder.

"Oh God..." Casey groaned as he kept pounding into her.

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Dr. Meier had not been expecting her to cum so soon, so hard, or so often. Her first orgasm had come well before he had been close himself, but the feel of her mouth on his chest, her fingernails digging into his back, pushed him rapidly toward his own climax. It was all he could do to hold back when her second hit, her hot little cunt spasming around him nearly pulling the cum out of his balls. As she begged him to stop, he growled back at her, "Not until I am done, my hot little fucktoy." Her third orgasm threw his plans off-track; he had been about to pull out so he could spray his seed all over her, but when she came once more, he joined her, grunting with pleasure as his cock erupted within her. His thick shaft jerked with every spurt that she felt splashing against her inner walls, drenching her pussy even further as it mixed with her juices.

Panting hard for breath, his hips finally stopped moving when he came down, grinning at the feel of the teethmarks on his shoulder and the trails left by her fingernails on his back. Laughing softly, he commented between heavy breaths, "A good thing I don't have a wife to explain these to."

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Casey whimpered as he came in her. Her professor chuckled. "A good think I don't have a wife to explain these to."

She was defeated, humiliated by her reactions. He raped me! But that wasn't really rape, was it? Not if I enjoyed it. But I didn't enjoy it! Her thoughts were conflicting and left her in a daze.

Casey's voice was quiet and defeated. "May I now go. Please, sir?"

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Slowly, Dr. Meier withdrew from her, grinning as he saw the conflicting emotions on her face. He had expected it, after all; she had enjoyed it too much for her to be able to convince herself too easily that he had really forced her. "Yes, you may go. I have another class to teach soon, anyway," he told her, but pulled out a pen and pad of paper, "First, though, I need you to write down your cell phone number. If I call you this evening, I expect you to pick it up." He stood aside then to give her room to do as she had been told. As he watched her, he pulled up his boxers, then his pants, and re-fastened them, and put his shirt back on so that he would be ready for his next lecture.

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Casey shuddered as he pulled out. She was left in a very confused state and her body was numb all over.

"Thank you." Her whisper was insincere as she quickly wrote down her personal cellphone number on his pad. "I understand."

Her eyes strayed over his body for just a second before she dressed herself. The blond reached for her thong on his desk but thought better of it.

She straightened her clothes and walked out the door. It was her last class of the day so she drove home and threw herself on her bed, sobbing.

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The professor watched her the entire time, smiling to himself when she looked over his body. She may have some difficulty with how things were going to go, but he was confident that he would have her trained by the end of the semester. Even in their first encounter, she had shown signs of enjoyment at what he had done. Once she left, he picked up the thong, and stuffed it into one of his pants pockets with a grin on his lips. He then programmed her number into his own cellphone, and then left to go teach his next class.

That class went smoothly, despite his own distraction. Through the entire hour, he had to fight the memories of what he had done with Cassandra in his office, to keep from just immersing himself in them. His relief was immense when that hour was over, and he could go home for the day himself.

Arriving at his two-story home, which was about 20 minutes from campus, he went inside, and straight up to his bedroom, knowing that the place was already clean. Dr. Meier took out the thong from his pocket, and draped it carefully over the center of the headboard to his king-sized bed. He then stripped down, and went into the bathroom, bringing his cell phone. As he filled the tub, he dialed Cassandra's number, and waited for her to pick up.