Cheater Caught

Professor Frederick Schultz up and down the aisles of his class. It was a freshman survey class, a required core curriculumn course, but there were a few sophomores there two, transfer students, and people who couldn't fit this course into their schedule last year. As a newly minted Phd it was his first year of teaching college, and most of his courses were the ones none of the other professors in his department wanted to teach. Right now it was the end of a session and he was answering questions the students had about his lecture, or the reading assignment. The midterm was coming up and some of the students who had been skipping his lectures were starting to show up in class again.

Fred, or Rick, he answered to both, liked walking among this large class, it made things a bit less formal and he liked the intimacy it gave him with his students.

He was answering some question on a point of minutia as he walked by one of his top students. She came to every lecture, did well on the assignments and the tests, and was quite pleasant to look at, which was a plus. He happened to glance down and could see right down her blouse. Fred didn't stumble in his answer, but he did blink, trying to clear his head before some inappropriate thoughts entered it. When his eyes opened up they focused on her bag. The bag sat next to her desk, and it was open. He saw a piece of paper that looked familiar in it. He thought it was one of his handouts at first but after a second he realized what it was.

Fred stopped talking and glanced back at the girl. He shook his head, bent down and pulled the paper out of her bag.

It was a copy of his mid-term exam. He had just finished writing it up last week. How the hell did she get a copy of it?

Fred considered all of his options. He decided not to make a scene in public. He rolled up the test and said to the girl, "See me after class."

Fred finished answering questions and less then ten minutes later he dismissed the class, and walked back to his desk, trying to decide how to handle this.

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OOC: Closed

Nineteen year old Bess Knight was a straight A student. She had always done great at school even with working part time at a local fast food place to help with her tuition. Her parents were not well off and college, for a while, had been a distant dream.

She graduated high school at seventeen, top of her class and settled with odd jobs here and there to pay her bills. One year of struggling later, she ran into her old counselor Mr Simon from high school who informed her of a new scholarship being offered to bright girls who couldn't afford college tuition. It would be hard work, Mr. Simon had warned her. A minimum GPA of 3.5 needed to be maintained to continue getting the scholarship.

Bess, sincere and hard working, had done wonderfully well in the first semester but then troubles started. Her old boyfriend from high school cheated on her with her best friend over the summer. Heartbreak and noisy neighbors coupled with intense pressure took its toll on Bess's concentration and a week before her midterms, Bess was, for the first time in her life, unprepared for her exams and unable to study.

She was particularly worried about Professor Schultz's exam. It was a core subject and weighed heavily in the GPA calculation. She usually enjoyed his lectures. He was young and dynamic and actually seemed to enjoy teaching. However, he was stringent with his grades and Bess knew unless there was a miracle, she wouldn't get an A in her current state of preparation.

An opportunity presented itself when Professor Martin sent her to fetch a book from his office - an office he shared with Prof. Schultz. As with most bad decisions, it wasn't preplanned - the copy of the midterm lying on Prof.* Schultz's desk, winking at Bess. A brief inner fight with her conscience later, she headed over for a peep.

As she held the paper in her hand, nervous at her daring, she heard someone coming and in a moment of panic, stuffed the test in her purse along with the book she had been sent to fetch.

As luck would have it, Prof. Schultz saw the copy in her bag. Bess was busy taking notes when she heard him say, "See me after class." He held an innocent looking roll of paper in his hand but one look at her open bag told Bess everything she needed to know.

The remaining minutes of the class crawled by as Bess sat swaying in her seat, unable to think, unable to move. She wished hard it was a bad dream.

The class ended, the bell jogging her out of her dread filled stupor. As the last student filed out, she made her way to the Professor's desk, trembling.

"You wanted to see me?"

She was trembling, visibly shaking as she appproacched him. Fred started to feel sorry for the girl. Started to, but stopped. He remembered all the long nighhts he had stayed up studying, all the fun activities he had missed out on because he was studying, he had even rescheduled a date once when a professor announced a surprise exam. Fred thought off all the other students in the class, how they had all worked harrd to get there and how they had earned their place here at the school.

Fred didn't feel sorry for Bess any longer. His feelings lay with the other students and with fairplay. It would cheapen all the other students' grades if he allowed this to go unpunished.

Heh. Punished. There was a word that had a special meaning to Dr. Frederick Schultz. While he didn't lead a full BDSM lifestyle, the good doctor was a dominate, and right now he was between partners, so to speak. His last girlfriend hadbeen in graduate school and they had agreed to end things when they took jobs across the world from one another.

Bess did have nice, full breasts. He could easily imagine her kneeling on the ground in front of him, whorshiping his cock and begging for cum...

Fred shook his head to clear it. He needed to focus on the matter at hand.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked.

Fred held up his hand, gesturing for her to wait. It was a large class, some of the other students were still clearing out of it. Once they were alone, he spoke.

"Miss Knight, I want you to know that having you in class has been a real pleasure. You are a bright student who I can always count on to have the right answer whenever I call on you."

He waited for her reply before he continued. "I hope you enjoyed your time with me because it has come to the end."

Fred held up the exam so she could see it. "I don't know how you got a copy of the midterm exam, and I don't care. What you've done is inexcusable. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn't report this immediately?"

Standing before the professor, Bess tried to collect her swirling emotions. She considered lying, denying any knowledge of the paper but that would result in a greater investigation and might land another innocent student in trouble.

There had been a flash of sympathy in his eyes, thought now it was mostly anger - dark anger.

"I hope you enjoyed your time with me because it has come to the end."

At his tone, Bess broke down. "Please Professor Schultz. You don't understand. I have never done such a thing before, never. Please please Professor. I... I don't know what came over me".

Tears that were threatening to spill ever since he caught her overflowed her big brown eyes. Her petite frame rocked with sobs as she stood hoping against hope for a miracle.

"I don't know how you got a copy of the midterm exam, and I don't care. What you've done is inexcusable. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn't report this immediately?"

Bess saw her dreams slip away in front of her eyes and swayed as though she might faint. She grabbed the corners of his desk, white knuckled, like a drowning man clutching at driftwood.

"Please! It would end my career and my life. It would cause everyone to suspect all my previous achievements. Please Professor Schultz. Give me another chance. I have worked so hard for this".

Bess wiped her eyes and fought to control her trembling voice. She bent forward and grasped one of his large hands in her cold ones and looked at him pleading.

"This would be the end of me! You know that. I will never be able to get another scholarship for college again. I will never get into another good school again. Oh please give me another chance. Don't report me! Please, I will do anything. I will be the hardest working student you ever had. I will do extra work for you. Give me any punishment you like but please oh please don't report me, I beg of you!"

Fred wasn't trying to get aroused. Quite the opposite. But as Bess' body trembled, her breasts giggled. As she leaned over his desk, she exposed her cleavage to him. Her hands were soft wrapped around his. It didn't help that she was reminding him of the last time he had a girl befor him begging and pleading.

Of course, that hadn't been about grades.

Fred tried to banish the erotic memories that flooded his mind, but he couldn't. What he wanted to do, a professor should never do with his students. But then again, how often does an opportunity like this present itself. Bess was eager to please, and her body was perfect, fit and not fat, somewhat like his own. She probably had oodles of stamina.

Fred was getting aroused, though she would need x-ray vision to see the tent rising behind his desk. He wanted Bess, and he decided he was going to take her, and make her his own. She would be his sex slave, a fuck toy, a cum slut for his amusement, and pleasure.

Well, if things went well.

Fred brought his free hand to her face and wiped away her tears. When he spoke his voice was a full octave lower, a predatory growl. The look on his face was passive, betraying nothing.

"Punishment? You want me to punish you, Bess?"

His hand dropped from her face, a single finger tracing down her body, over her right breast and down to her nipple, pressing against it through her shirt.

"When you said anything," Fred rubbed her nipple with his finger, "did you mean absolutely anything?"

He pulled his right hand from her hands and cupped both of her breasts with both of his hands.

"If you want me to look the other way it will take more," he gave her breasts a solid squeeze, "much more," his thumbs extended out, curved and came to bear on her nipples, rubbing circles around them through her clothes, "than mere academic achievement."

Fred released her, pulling his hands back behind his back, and standing up straight.

"Is that something you would be interested in?"

At 5'2" weighing 110 pounds, Bess was a tiny little thing. Her figure however, would have been the envy of any corseted Victorian fashionista. With large breasts, narrow waist and well rounded buttocks, Bess had been the object of lust for most boys of her class. However, in her single minded pursuit of her academic career, she was almost entirely oblivious to her charms.

She gasped in shock as Professor Schultz reached out and pressed down on her right nipple. It was so unexpected, she forgot her tears and for a moment, stared at the large man open mouthed.

She was not entirely sure if this indeed was a bad dream when a sharp pain in her breasts brought her back to her senses. Her professor had both her breasts in his hands.



"If you want me to look the other way it will take more, much more than mere academic achievement."

Bess could hear her heart pounding. Her ears buzzed from the rush of blood and if she had felt faint before, now she felt positively dizzy.

"I... I... Ahh", Bess moaned involuntarily as he squeezed her breasts and immediately blushed a deep red.
There really wasn't a lot she could do. If he reported her, her career would meet a rather abrupt end. If by some miracle he gave her a chance and let her sit for her midterms, she would still fail to get an A thereby losing her scholarship, which would just as effectively put an end to her dreams.

"Is that something you would be interested in?"

"What would you have of me Professor Schultz?", Bess whispered, still hoping this was all a bad dream, a very very bad dream.

For Fred, a woman's moan was as addictive as a shot of whiskey to an alcoholic. Oh what he was going to do to Bess. The poor girl was going to cum and cum and cum and cum. Whether she liked it or not.

The slightest grin appeared at the edges of Fred's mouth.

"What would I have of you? I would have all of you. Whenever I want. Wherever I want. You will satiate my every lust and desire. Every perverse, depraved, sexual want. You will be my sexual slave. My personal cum slut. My cunt. My cock whore. I will fuck you so hard and so much that you won't feel complete without my cock deep down your throat, my balls on your chin. My dick sheathed up inside your pussy, filling you completely. You will spend your nights covered in my cum and your days dreaming about guzzling it straight from my cock. You will be mine, slut."

Fred paused, letting the words sink in, watching her reaction.

"Or, I can report this. You will be expelled. Your choice. If you accept, strip off your top and show me your breasts."

Physically shaking, Bess started fumbling at her shirt. Her ears burnt from the nasty, dirty things pouring out of the Professor's mouth. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she turned her big watery eyes to the man in front of her in a hopeless plea. She shook so hard that she nearly took off the top button of her blue shift. Head down in dejection, the girl unbuttoned her shirt slowly, pausing now and then to wipe her nose and tears. She paused once the front was undone and looked at the professor again, dumb.

One look at him and she took it off. She stood swaying in her white jeans and red sports bra. For a moment, she thought how her underwear didn't match and gave out a weird little chuckle - almost like a cough.

Her breast was still red from where he had grabbed it hard. She crossed one arm across her chest and pleaded, "Professor Schultz, please". She did not know what she wanted to say - please, don't make me your cum slut, I don't want to be a fuck toy, I want to offer you nothing but still have you forgive my offense. She started crying harder now and barely got the next words out. They poured out of her mouth in the softest of whisper, "I accept".

"Clearly you do not accept. I believe, slut, that I told you to show me your breasts. If I had x-ray vision I wouldn't have needed to have you strip for me. Lose the bra, and put your hands behind your head. Display your tits like the whore you are."

She was crying, sobbing. That wasn't, in any way, a turn on. Fred waited for her to comply and walked around the desk. He took out a tissue from the box on the desk and dried her eyes.

"Stop crying." His voice was gentle. "You made your choice. Own it."

He wadded up the tissue and threw it in the trash. Then his eyes returned to her breasts.

"Excellent. Your tits please me." Fred's voice was back to normal, well normal as a dominant, low and growling. "I look forward to wrapping them around my cock. Now slut, let's see how much you enjoy this. You cover yourself with your arms and you cry, but you chose this. You chose to stand topless in the largest classroom in the university where anyone could walk in at any moment, or even spy you through the little glass windows in the door. So let's see how wet you are. Strip off the rest of your clothes, then stand on the desk. I want to see your glistening pussy."

Bess took off her white jeans, still red eyed but too scared to cry now. She glanced at the door and prayed no one came in. It was after school hours and there was little chance of anyone being there. She shivered for a moment and bent down to peel off her blue floral panties. Her brown unshaved bush covered her to an extent as she felt his gaze on her naked body.

Dressed only in socks and Canvas shoes, Bess clambered on to a chair, her ass shaking in front of the Professor, and on to the desk. She stood, feet slightly parted, hands behind her head, breasts out. The large classroom made her feel even more naked. She whimpered slightly as Leonard circled her, like a vulture.

She was beautiful. Even the brown rug between her legs had a certain appeal. It would have to go, of course. Maybe he would make her shave in front of him. Or make a video and send it to him. Oh, that was delicious.

Her tits were firm and round, defying gravity. Fred loved a good tit fuck and Bess's breasts did not disappoint. Her ass looked good enough to bite. Or spank. And her pussy...

Fred had circled the desk and was back to facing her. He leaned in, his face almost level with her twat. Inhaling sharply, Fred finally smiled. When he spoke, he was growling out a late 90's song.

"I smell sex and candy here."

He turned and walked to the rear of the desk, sitting down in his chair, looking up at her from behind.

"So, my new cum slut reeks of sex. Despite your protests you are getting aroused from this exposure. Turn around."

He waited for her to comply. "Step to the edge of the desk, right in front of me, and use your hands to spread your pussy wide open. Then dip in one finger and take it out. Show me how wet you are."

Bodies have a strange way of reacting, sometimes in ways quite contrary to the surface emotions. Despite Bess's aject shock at her humiliation, her pussy was spasming at being exposed. She had been feeling the hotness spread between her legs as she stood.

At the Professor's command, she blushed. She knew she could be slick down there. The Professor was a handsome man, and to have his lusty eyes lap at her naked body sent unwilling shivers down her spine.

Bess walked to the edge of the desk and thrust her abdomen forward slightly, making her flat belly jut out a bit. She used two forefingers to spread her lips open, looking down in concentration. Her clitoris had already begun to peep out from under its hood. Gingerly, she took the middle finger of left hand and inserted it slightly. Her nail grazed the edge of the pussy wall making her clench, wanting more of that finger. She drew out the finger, her lips still held wide open for the Professor's view. A trail of slime connected her finger and her wet hole. Her rosy nipples, the size of a quarter, stiffened at the brief attention.

Fred's eyes roved over her succulent body as she walked her way to the edge of the desk. She spread her legs nice and wide for him and then spread her pussy open, shoving her hairy lips to either side, exposing enough of her pinkness to get the flourescent lights to make it glisten. Fred could see it in her face, the humiliation, the suffering she was causing herself. But he could also see the first signs of lust forming behind those eyes.

He watched, taking in every detail as Bess pushed a single finger inside herself. He watched her body tremble as the finger went in, how reluctant she was to let it back out. But she brought the finger out, covered in her girl goo. Fred smiled, broadly.

"Oh you randy, horny, wanton little cock whore. Your head pouts no, but your cunt screams yes. Your twat is soaking wet. You want me to fuck you don't you? Tell me you want me to fuck you, slut. Tell me how you need my cock to fill you up and sate that desire burning inside you. Tell me how being naked, here, in this classroom, where anyone can see you, is making that sweet juice flow out of your slutty, cock hungry cunt. Beg me for my cock, beg me for my cum like the slut you are."

Fred waited, looking up at her body, a perfect view of her cunt, one hand holding it open for him, the other with a finger covered in quim creme, a string of juice hanging between her hands. Above that were her amazing tits, her nipples nice and hard. And then her face, red from crying and redder now, from her arousal.

He considered taking her picture with his cell phone, but he wanted to hear her beg first.

Bess wanted this humiliation to stop. She wanted herself covered. But she also wanted her touch herself again. Naked in front of the Professor, she also wanted him to lust for hee.

"Prof.. Professor Schultz, I want you to fuck me. I ... uh... I like standing here naked in the classroom, my pussy spread open for you.", Bess started, stammering, mumbling, uncertain. The words hit her brain and a dam burst. All the dirty things Rick said came back to her. " I want to be your cum slut Professor Schultz. I want your cock inside of me, fucking me over the desk where Danny sits. I beg you for your sweet sweet cock inside me. Please Professor Schultz, cum on me, inside the classroom. I feel so so naughty."

Bess bit her lips and thrust her breasts out, aroused by her own words. She as on a strange rollercoaster, looping and pacing through shame and lust.

Fred let the words flow over him, the sound of her dirty talk, her begging, the feeling of her humiliation. He had expected she would have stuttered and stammered her way through the whole thing. There was a reason this was called training, it took practice. But then, Bess had a natural talent.

"Good slut, but not good enough to earn my touch. Certainly nowhere near good enough to see my cock, let alone to have it plunge into you and split open that tight, dripping pussy of yours. No, you haven't earned that yet, slut."

He did want to fuck her, FUCK, he wanted to fuck her, but he could wait. He could be patient. When he finally did fuck her she had to be burning with desire, overcome with a need for him. He wanted her to be completely wanton.

Fred leaned back in the chair and put his hands behind his head, looking up at his new toy. He wanted to play with her, to tease her more. So he did.

"Now slut, lick your finger clean."

He waited for her to comply.

"You seem to have a talent for begging, cunt. Now, beg me to let you touch yourself. Do a good job and I'll let you cum, right here, stark naked in the middle of a classroom, standing on your Master's desk."

Bess looked at her slick finger. She glanced at the Professor watching him and put the finger in her mouth. She sucked at it, tasting the salty sweetness of her juices. She licked it clean, loving her taste. The act turned her on, she has never tasted herself before. She could feel her juices flowing down her thighs and she yearned for release.

Begging this time was easy, she was tiring and horny. "Please let me touch myself Professor Schultz. I am so wet, I can't take it anymore. Please I beg you". Bess paused, unsure what else to say, hoping this would be enough. She clenched the muscles of her pussy, hoping to help with her ache. She was slowly gyrating her hips as she did so, feeling the tension and getting more turned on. She wasn't even aware of her hips moving. Her body seemed to be on fire and rather out of her control. She looked at the door again, once again aware of how naked she was and potentially how publicly.

Fred looked up at her, letting the second hand on the clock tick away, counting in his head, forcing his own calm. One full minute, standing like that, waiting for a reply would be torturous. Once that minute was up, he spoke.

"No."

Fred took out his cell phone and took his time getting the camera app ready. Without getting out of the chair he started taking pictures. Of her pussy, her underboob, her face.

"You will call me Master. Use both hands and spread your cunt open wide." He waited for her to comply and took a series of pictures.

"You should refer to yourself as my slut, or my whore, or my slave, etcetera. Put your finger back in your cunt, but don't you dare cum, you randy little fuck toy.". Again, pictures.

"Now slut, Take the finger out and show it to me.". Pictures.

"Put it in your mouth, cum sucker, and look at me.". Pictures.

"Good. Now, who am I?". Fred switched over to video, holding the camera at her.

"And what are you?"

"Now you may touch yourself. Cum for me, you cock hungry little slut, cum for your Master."

For himself, his erection was quite hard, making one hell of a tent pole in his pants. But like he had said earlier, she hadn't earned the right to see it yet.

Bess froze. The professor was taking pictures. Pictures of her. Naked pictures. Before she could object or cover herself, he had already taken quite a few pictures. Bess knew better than to try and stop the man. She had nothing on him. She had everything to lose. Standing naked in the classroom, she had already lost the last stretch of her dignity. She couldn't afford to lose the last shot at a career as well.

With every instruction fulfilled, there was one or more sharp clicks. At eveey click, Bess jumped. "You are my Master and I am your slave", Bess said, looking at Rick, suspecting that the camera was now on video mode. At his permission to touch, Bess forgot the camera for a while.

Her hands flew to her wet aching cunt, cupping, rubbing, sliding. Her left hand slid a finger inside her slick hole while her right hand rubbed at her clit with a fury. She has been hovering right at the edge for a while and this slightest stimulation sent her in a tizzy.

Within a few minutes, her body bucked as she moaned and bit her lips from crying out loud. She collapsed on the desk, legs apart, her pink hole gaping open in front of the Professor's eyes, dripping translucent juices that ran down the crack of her butt cheeks. Bess lay panting and spasming, oblivious to her surroundings.

Every rub of her clit, every thrust of her fingers inside herself, Fred captured it all. He was scared for a moment, when she collapsed, and made sure she didn't hit her head. There was quite a bit of girl juice, especially down her thighs and around her cunt. Excellent. And here was her cunt, gaping open, right in front of him. Excellent.

Fred spread open her cunt, getting video of her deepest insides. He moved his fingers up, exposing her clit and giving it a nice hard squeeze. He released her labia and extended one finger on his free hand. Pushing his finger inside her, palm up, he curled it and began searching for that elusive little patch of wet sandpaper about the size of a dime. It took him a few thrusts in and out of her to find but when he did he camped his fingertip on it and began rubbing her vigorously.

"Do you like that slut? Talk to me, tell me how this feels, being my fuck toy, knowing you exist for my pleasure. Knowing you're getting finger fucked in public. Knowing your going to cum again. Play with your titties, cum slut."

Bess's body convulsed. She would have never imagined that she still had strength left in her but as Rick worked her g-spot, she felt her entire being reduce to that one sensation. Her head buzzed as she was being made a being purely fed by her sensations.

She squeezed her naked breasts, her hands barely covering them. She rolled her already stiff nipples . As Rick's finger probed at her, Bess felt herself peak and then cross over to a place she had never been before. She felt an overwhelming urge to piss and frantically shoved at the hand probing her. He was too strong and ignored her feeble efforts.

As he continued, Bess erupted. Her orgasm rocked her body as she gushed, her juices flowing out strong, all over Rick's forearm. She forgot to stay quiet and screamed. "Fuck fuck fuck.... fuck that was so good.... oh!" She held her face in her hands as the professor stood between her open legs.

Fred kept fingering Bess's g-spot while she convulsed on the desk, continuing even through her trying to push his hand away, and then squirting her girl cum all over his arm. Fred couldn't help but smile, enjoying the show, and more than that, the control he had over his new slave's pleasure.

He stood, getting a nice aerial view of Bess in orgasmic afterglow. She was a hot little fuck and he was going to enjoy using evey little bit of her up. Those tits, that mouth, that pussy, her body covered in her cum and his until he made her lick herself clean.

Fred pulled his finger out of Bess with a wet, slurping pop. He switched from video back to picture and snapped a few more shots of her, especially her tits and gaping, soggy pussy, her cunt hair now all wet from her own juices. She was going to have to do something about that, Fred just hadn't decided what he wanted her to do about it yet.

Fred put the camera away and with his clean hand he took Bess's shoulder and lifted her into a sitting position. He lifted a breast with a clean hand and wiped his forearm on one tit. Then he moved to the other tit and wiped the rest of her juices off his forearm on that tit. THen he put his hand in her face and commanded her, "Lick your Master clean, slave."

After she started, Fred took a moment to finalize his plans and he began to speak as she cleaned him.

"What a naughty slave you are, trying to push your Master away while I bring you to orgasm. That will not do, you must be punished. Tonight, Friday, you will go to the library, no panties, no bra, in a skirt. You will work on all your homework assignments for this weekend. Before you begin, you will go to the bathroom, sit in a stall and take a video of yourself. You will play with your slutty, cock hungry cunt and those fuckable fun bags you call tits and you will bring yourself to the brink of orgasm. You will not cum. You will text me the video. Then you will make yourself presentable and go into the library and do your homework. After every hour of work you will go to the bathroom, sit in a stall, bring yourself almost to orgasm, and send me the video. You will not cum. Nod if you understand."

His fingers in her mouth, he waited for her to nod and then he continued.

"If you finish your homework, all of your homework, for the entire weekend, then you will go into the bathroom and make yourself cum, sending me the video. You will do this only at the completion of all of your homework. I want my sex slave available to me for the entire weekend, so you must complete your studies.

"As an additional punishment, you will not clean yourself up. You will leave your cum on your legs, and thighs and tits. You will not lick any of it off you or even take a shower. You will reek of sex. At the cafeteria while you eat dinner, you will smell of sex. At the library as you study and finger fuck yourself, you will smell of sex, as you walk back and forth between buildings, you will smell of sex, and in the halls of your dormitory, you will smell of sex. Your roommate, your friends will all smell sex on you. Until you finish your homework. When you finish your homework, you may take a shower. In that shower you masturbate again, thinking about all the perverted things I am going to do to you this weekend. You don't have to film this masturbation session, but afterwards you will write up all the things you fantasized about, all the disgusting, sexual things you dreamed about me doing to your supple, fuckable body, and you will bring that with you tomorrow morning.

"I texted you my address. You will be at my house at ten o'clock in the morning. Wear something slutty. Bring sexy music. You will begin the day by dancing for me."

Fred took his hand away and undid the top button of his pants. Without opening his pants any further he took Bess's closer hand and pushed it down his pants and let her fingers feel the monster entwined in his boxers. It was thick, thick and heavy, and long, but how long was hard to tell with it constrained in her Master's pants. He let her fondle and feel but after he mentally counted to thirty he pulled her hand out and buttoned his pants back up.

"Something for you to think about."

Without another word, Fred turned, picked up his briefcase and walked out, whistling. He left Bess there, naked, spent and covered in her own spunk.

Bess worked for five hours straight that evening. She had chosen a sturdy, dark T-shirt, so her nipples won't be obvious as she worked in the library. She kept her legs crossed at all times, checking under the desk often to see if she was covered.

When she had walked into the Library, she felt as if everyone knew she wasn't wearing any underwear. It had taken a great deal of focus to start on her organic chemistry assignment. Once she started though, she forgot about her predicament and was completely immersed in her work.

The beeping of her wrist watch had told her to hurry to the toilet. She had set her phone on a ledge and filmed her touch her chest, of her lifting up her skirt and fingering herself. She had dutifully texted Rick and headed back. Over and over, five times. At the end of the two hours, she had taken a dinner break. She had the most awkward 30 minutes of her life, sticky and uncomfortable, eating with her friends, fully aware of how naked she was underneath... now naked and nasty.

At the end of the fouth time she had brought herself to edge, she had nearly collapsed on her desk. Finally, at the end of fifth hour, she had finished all her homework, her brain was tired from handling three difficult assignments and her body tired from the masterbation. She had rushed to the toilet and rubbed herself to a frenzy, on camera, eyes closed, biting her lips to stop her from moaning. She had come hard, the day's pent up sexual tension finding release. Her camera had captured every single drop dripping from her hungry cunt. She had sent it to Rick without even bothering to see it.

She had come again, using the shower nozzle on her, the jet vibrating and pulsing, the hot and warm bursts taking her higher. It was a relief to finally wash off the mess between her thighs. The fact that her roommate was asleep had been such a blessing.

She had then sat herself down in her bathrobe and written a page... a page drawn from the darkest corner of her mind. She had thought of every erotic book she had ever read, every swash buckling character she had ever fantasised about. She wrote about wanting him to fondle her, to touch her, tease her, occupy her. She thought about his monstrous cock and wrote about wanting it in her mouth. Bess wrote with a passion.

The next morning, Bess faced a challenge. She did not own any items of clothing that could qualify as slutty. Instead she wore a red skirt and rolled it up so it was a very very short mini. And she paired it with a white shirt that had become two sizes too small for her so that the buttons across her chest would not close. She chose to wear her black panties and bra. Black was slutty right?

She borrowed her roommate's thigh high black boots, leaving her a note. She made sure to leave early to avoid questions about her attire. She made sure she had some Beyonce tracks on her phone and some of her other favorites and headed out.

Sharp at 10 am, a very nervous Bess rang Rick's doorbell and waited.

Bess was turning out to be an obedient slave. Fred was pleased.

She was diligent in sending her videos, and was quite careful not to cum, just as instructed. Watching those videos was incredibly arousing, and Fred masturbated more than once to them. But they served as more than just fodder for his masturbatory fantasies. Frederick studied them, watching Bess's actions and her face, seeing what she did that gave her greater and lesser amounts of pleasure. He was learning about his new slave, and contemplating how to best use that information.

He was tempted to go drive back to the school and get dinner at the cafeteria. He wanted to see his slut's face as he sat at the next table, clearly in her field of vision, as she sat there smelling of sex and sweat, wondering if her friends could tell. Were they keeping quiet about her scent because they couldn't smell her, or because they were too polite? And what if one of them noticed she wasn't wearing a bra? Or worse, that she wasn't wearing panties? How would she explain herself without gaining a reputation? How would she react to his presence there? Professors rarely ate dinner at the school's cafeteria but it did happen enough to not be considered odd.

But no, he wasn't going to drive all the way back to campus just to make his new fuck toy a bit unsettled. She had tasks to perform, he would let her do them and enjoy her fully over the course of the weekend.

And sure enough it was ten o'clock in the morning when the doorbell rang. Fred smiled. She was an obedient slut. He had spent the morning preparing the house. There were cameras set up, and the room was well lit. The living room had a couch and a recliner in it, against the far wall was a flat screen and a stereo system. There was a sound cord all set up to plug into whatever MP3 device she brought. Probably her phone. Phones could do so much these days.

Frederick was dressed in a simple white terrycloth robe, with nothing underneath. The robe was closed, and tied at his waist.

He opened the door and sure enough, there was his little slut, all dressed up for him. It was quite an outfit. A shirt that was far too small for those magnificent tits of hers, a skirt that barely covered her pussy, and he doubted that it covered her entire ass, and thigh high boots. Fred would have never guessed she even owned a pair of those. Bess was turning into a hidden treasure, just waiting for him to come along and draw her sexuality out of her. He felt the first stirrings of his own aarousal.

"You look like a slut," he said, trurning away and walking to the recliner, unceremoniously taking off the robe and dropping it on the floor before he sat down.

"The rules of the lap dance are simple. You dance to the music until you are naked and I am erect. You will not touch me with your hands. I will not touch you with mine."

Fred did not smile, he kept his emotions neutral. "The stereo is there. Whenever you're ready."

Bess was moving. She had always loved to dance and she had had lessons as a child. Little had she known she would use those lessons to strip off her clothes. It hadn't been easy to start, she had blushed furiously at the sight of the Professor in a robe. He had casually sauntered over to a chair and lounged, relaxed, his lanky frame spread out.

Bess had no clue how to give a lap dance but she certainly had an idea of how to strip. Innumerable music videos and shameless copying of pop divas had influenced her friends growing up and in high school, she had been to many sleepovers where they danced to racy tracks.

Britney Spears was belting out "I am a slave for you" and Bess was moving, feeling her hips sway, the muscles in her legs taut. She had her eyes closed and tried to imagine that she was alone in her room, having fun with her body.

As she got comfortable, she opened her eyes and looked at the Professor. The way he was looking at her turned her on. He had already seen her naked and humiliated, so this felt better, easier, more in control.

She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, hips still moving, turned and took it off in a quick movement. She threw it so it fell at Rick's feet. Her white skin shone in stark contrast to the black bra. Squeeze, swing, turn, flick of the skirt, swing of the hip, turn, bend forward , squeeze. The skirt followed, her ass wiggling out of it for the benefit of his eyes. Butt cheeks peeking through the black panties, swing, turn.

She walked up to the chair and put her leg straight on the back of the chair, right by Rick's shoulders. She gyrated her hips as she undid her boot, slowly. One foot bare and one shoe on, she took her leg down and leaned over Rick, straddling him as she sat, careful not to touch him as per his instructions. She leaned forward, her bra clad breasts almost touching his chest and undid her other boot. Gyrate, lean, squeeze... Bess moved to the music unsure. She had to be naked, he had instructed... the music was running in a loop and she was dancing for the professor... on his lap... Bess unhooked the bra and let it fall, her breasts inches from his face.

The intimacy of the moment made her nipples stiff and her mouth dry with anticipation. She felt her desire stir as she ground her hips, feeling his cock on her cunt.... grinding it harder in her desire. She got off his lap and danced for him. Naked in her panties, squeeze, turn, touch, lean.... she turned back and bent over, taking off her panties. She stood stark naked in front of him and moved, touching herself all over - such hungry hands....

She walked over to him and stood in front of the chair and turned around, displaying herself. She sat back down facing him and put her arms on the back of the chair as she gyrated, getting hotter and hotter. She was wet from her desire and left patched on his robe and didn't notice. She was wet from her desire and moved when the music had stopped and didn't notice.

The music had a pounding beat, thundering in Frederick's ears as Bess gyrated to it, never missing a beat. He watched her performance, feeling his cock get larger, but not sparing a glance away from his new slave to look at it.

She was trained in dance. That was readily apparent. And when she kicked her heal up to rest on the chair next to his head, Frederick considered taking her right then and there. Stand up, lift her leg higher, rip her panties to the side and plunge his depth into her.

No. Fred had a plan. He wanted her to cum the moment he touched her pussy with his cock. That precise moment.

She was tempting though. When she sat on his lap and stripped off his bra. He wanted to take those hard nipples in his mouth and suckle them, but no. Not yet. He was going to be enjoying her for months, if not years to come. Patience was the key here.

Then she was gyrating and dancing on his cock. Her pussy was already dripping, her panties soaked through, slathering him up with her juices and getting him ready to take her, whether she realized it or not.

She was up, dancing, rubbing her body, squeezing her titties and rubbing her cunt. Fred got harder and harder as she showed off for him, displaying her pussy as she took off her panties, touching herself everywhere, and being a good slut. Then she was dancing on his cock again, skin to skin this time.

"Good slut," Fred said reaching his hand out and rubbing her clit as she continued to dance, "Touch yourself play with your titties and cunt, and tell me about your fantasies, my whore. Tell me about what you were thinking last night as you almost came and almost came and almost came. Tell me all your dirty fantasies, your lusts, your perverted desires. You will bring yourself to the very edge, and stop. You are not to cum. You will then continue to masturbate until you finish telling me your dirty, slutty fantasies. But d not cum, slut."