Collegiate Conquest

[shizzz]

Chuck did all he could to keep the car on the road. He could not stop looking in the rear view mirror. Lance had the blond slut bouncing off his cock like a mad man. Her hefty tits bounced and jiggled, her round ass slapped into his waist, bulging deliciously. And she moaned and screamed. She was breathing hard and fast.

Twice chuck almost got in a wreck as he watched the two.


Lance groaned as she rode him. She was learning, he thought, as he reched around to grope one hefty bouncing breast. He smiled as she leaned down, her body convulsing on his shaft as his pole drove deep

He knew she was cumming she stopped riding him and quivered like she was having a seizure. Just then he rolled, pullingher off of him he turned, tossing her onto the bench. He took his thick cock in his fiat, and pumped until he exploded. He was standing by her waist, his member aimed at her face. Thick gobs of cum landed on her forehead and cheeks, some spattered her lips. The next great gout of semen spattered over her chest, heavily coating one pale rigid nipple. The last worthy explosion left a long thick line stretching over her stomach


He released his cock, breathing heavy, his eyes looking out the window


“We are here” he said as he bent and grabbed her clothes

“Pull over here chuck”

He said as she sat up. Then the van stopped

“Can’t be seen together. Your man might get ideas”

Then he opens the door and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her through the door into the parking lot, between two big trucks. He slapped her ass, shoved her out

“I’ll be in touch” then closed the door and they pulled aeay

 

[SannaBlonde82]

She looked at the van as it sped away, the pumping dance tune still blaring, she could hear the muffled frequency before the vehicle turned a corner and was gone. Sanna got down on her knees behind the trucks, kneeling she dried her face off with her hands and frantically managed to get back into her shorts and top.

"Oh god...!" Falling down on to her ass, she sat on the tarmac and tied her shoelaces and felt the unavoidable tears. Why was she crying? Because she was being used and tormented by that motherfucker, but there was more to it than that. What she'd just experienced, her reaction to it... It was too far from her self-image for her to manage.

Fuck. There was cum everywhere. Some of it drying now, some of it still a gooey mess. Attempting to dry it off with her hands had just spread it out, she felt sticky all over. And her own juices contributed to it, sticky between her legs and down the insides of her thighs.

Ok.. So what now? Her apartment was just round the corner, she'd probably get in to the building unnoticed at this hour. But what about Jesse?? She could only pray to god that he was either in bed or at least asleep or half-asleep on the couch - the bathroom door was in the hall and she could sneak in there without him seeing, if she was quick.

Sanna walked up the stairs. Oh god no! There was Mr. Mueller, coming down!! She tried to pass him with just a hello and looking as if she was in a hurry. But there was no doubt that the fat fuck looked her up and down.

"Hi! You alright? You look a mess!" Mr. Mueller had a stupid grin on him, he almost always did.
"Yeah i'm fine thanks..." Sanna moved forward and got out of his sight before entering her apartment and not even waiting to see what state Jesse was in, just sneaking as fast as she could into the bathroom and straight for the shower.

 

[shizzz]

Lance smiled as he sat back down and got his pants back in order. That had been delightful

“Thanks for letting me use your van chuck. I hope it was worth it” he said as he patted the chubby need on the shoulder. He climbed into the passenger seat and settled in for the ride back to the frat house

“I really needed that”, chuck said, still beaming.
“That’s was unreal Lance. How do you pull such shit. That was something straight out of a porn!”

“I have an eye for the girls who just don’t know what they are missing. And once they get a taste, well they stop fighting morality and just do what they feel. It just happens that this one loves cock, and never knew it. She’s starting to learn though”

Chuck just shook his head as he pulled into their drive way





Lance smiled as he went upstairs. He showered, spent a little time on some homework, then he sent her a text


‘What is your last class tomorrow? I’m going to meet you there. Wear a short skirt, no panties and a thin button up blouse, no bra’

 

[SannaBlonde82]

No bra?? Yeah fat chance... Sanna read the text from Lance in bed, behind Jesse who she was spooning and had just moments ago given a reach-around hand job. God, she’d had enough of semen for one day and had dried her hand off on his legs.

Arguing or protesting against Lance’s preposterous text was something she gave up on. He still held all the cards and wasn’t letting up his pressure, obviously. And what the hell did he have in mind anyway? She sighed to herself before answering him:
“French. Mr.Peterson. I’ll do all that but I’m wearing a bra. That’s final”.

Going braless under her thin white blouse in front of the whole class was not happening. Sanna would rather lose Jesse than lose face at college like that. She knew that much and would call Lance out on that one if he insisted.

So... what the hell did that fucker have in mind? Sanna thought about Mr. Peterson, a bald 55-year old man who ogled the girls in class at every opportunity. Lance must have known what her last class was and who the professor was. Was he expecting her to flirt with him?? Shit...

Before falling asleep she went through this evening’s events in her head. What madness, what utter madness! What was happening to her??

 

[shizzz]

He chuckled at her response

‘NO BRA! Or else’ and he sent a photo he had gotten from chuck. It was a picture of her face in Lance’s lap. Her lips sliding around his thick veiny shaft. Her round ass high in the air, and one plump titty billowing out from under her where it was caught between his thigh and her ribs


He smiled as he sent it. She looked good there. Of course he always thought his cock made a girls face look prettier




The next day, he slipped into the class

It was a large auditorium but there were maybe 49 kids in the class. He was able to easily hide up in the back he found her sitting up front, close est to the professor

Of course.

He texted her

‘Undo the top 2 buttons if your top’

 

[SannaBlonde82]

She sat down in the front row of the auditorium which sloped upwards, turning round as she sat to see if Lance was there. He was. Of course he was that piece of work. Sitting up there at the back, with what looked like a stupid smirk on his face. For a brief moment she thought about the terribly pornographic and filthy photo he’d sent her, forcing her to comply to his wishes. What had disturbed Sanna the most was the flushed, excited look on her own face as she sucked his big cock. Fuck...

So here she was without a bra. But at least she’d chosen a blouse that didn’t directly reveal the fact. For whatever that was worth now... Professor Peterson started his lecture in the usual slow drawl that put everybody to sleep. The running joke was that he should be working down at the hospital as an anaesthetist.

Sanna had sat herself to one side, there was no one sitting on either side of her, but her friend Amy (Sanna thought she might be a virgin still) was closest. Behind her sat the idiot Tommy. He reminded her of Lance. A Lance without the good looks. Why the hell did he have to sit right behind her today of all days??

The skirt she had chosen was as short as she’d dared, even though she didn’t really own extremely short ones. But it was short enough for her to feel a little uncomfortable and if she crossed her legs it went up her thigh high enough for her to feel too exposed.

So she sat with both her feet on the ground, legs tightly together. Amy had given her a sideways glance when she’d seen the skirt but not commented on it. It was definitely out of character for her to be wearing something like this here. Naturally, Mr. Peterson had taken notice and given Sanna that look he usually gave other girls, but seldom her. Now Sanna was the object of his dirty ogling. My god...

And then the text. Sanna took a deep breath, and undid two buttons.

 

[shizzz]

Lance smiled. He saw the professor do a quick double take. His eyes panning the class as he drones on. Then his head swiveled back to where his girl sat. He had seen her hands moving, and apparently the professor approved

The guy sitting behind her was someone her knew. He couldn’t think of his name but he looked very familiar

He sent her another text

‘Good. Give that neckline a tug too. Make sure you put that pretty cleavage on display”





He liked being the professor. He liked looking at young girls. He liked having power over them. Know that was very tricky with the modern climate. But he had still managed a piece
If young ass here and there. And there seemed to be a new prospect

The gorgeous blond, who had always dressed so demurely, was now on display. From sweatshirts and baggy pants, to thighs and cleavage. He paused a second, had her shirt been unbuttoned that low before? She had a pretty pair that he had never seen before, he smiled as he continued to scan the class. Maybe she wanted his attention for a little one on one after class ?

 

[SannaBlonde82]

‘Good. Give that neckline a tug too. Make sure you put that pretty cleavage on display”


Jesus... Sanna couldn't believe she was doing it. On the other hand, the things she'd done the last few days were absolutely crazy. Why not give this dirty old man something to look at?? She would hardly be the first to do it, the difference being that the girls who showed him skin (and maybe more, Sanna had heard rumours) were girls who were attempting to improve their grades. She'd never needed to.

Sanna pulled at her blouse with nervous fingers, revealing some more. As she wasn't wearing a bra, there was no cleavage to speak of. It was surprising that Lance, being the ladies man, didn't realize this. If she'd worn a bra, a push-up for example, there would have been considerable cleavage to show Mr. Peterson. Oh well. Whatever the case, she had caught Peterson's attention, there was no doubt about that.

 

[shizzz]

‘Good. Now I want you to keep teasing him. I want him to keep looking at you. If you can’t keep his attention on your body till the end of class I’ll send this to tommy’


He followed the text with a picture of her face covered in cum

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Tommy??? Did he know Tommy?? Of course he did, of course those two knew eachother. She should've known...

Sanna looked at Mr. Peterson. God... She knew how to flirt, she knew full well what to do to keep male attention - that wasn't the problem. The problem was - of course - the situation. And the male in question. And the fact that she was being coerced into it.

As she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to slide up her thighs, a sensation filled her that she could only identify as... excitement. Fuck, was she excited by this??
Mr. Peterson looked her way, even pausing in a sentence as his eyes wandered down and stopped at Sanna's legs.

Sanna felt her pulse quicken. She felt dirty. And she made sure to look deep into his eyes as they met hers. His face seemed to change colour almost, and she couldn't help smile to herself at this change in his appearance and the fact that she was disrupting the lecture. Mr. Peterson got a hold, and carried on - turning his attention to the whole auditorium. But it didn't take long before he looked in Sanna's general direction, and when he did he saw her playing with a strand of her blonde hair.

Sanna had him, there was no doubt. And that realization filled her with both excitement and disgust.

 

[shizzz]

Samba?was that her name? He wondered to himself as he continued on woth the lecture, making sure he kept his eyes moving. He couldn’t just stop and stare at her, although hat seemed to be her mission. That last thought came as his eyes moved back her way, and he saw her twirling a strand of golden hair in her finger, right next to a prodigious display of cleavage. He smiled, then quickly recovered, letting his eyes wander back over the class as he wandered closer to her






‘Give him some more cleavage’ he sent the text

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"Do what the fuck you like. I'm not doing this anymore".

She sent it. She'd had enough. It wasn't just because of the ludicracy of it all, she'd lost the excitement too. Lance's inability to be more imaginative about the whole thing was a major turn-off, and when she was turned off the whole situation was just... tedious.

It might cost her, but honestly - she didn't care anymore.

 

[shizzz]

He was livid. And just as he was about to send the text to Tommy the professor dismissed the class

“Samba, could you please stay a moment” the older man said as the other classmates
Got up and left he walked over to her desk

“I just received a very worrisome photo in an email just now. It’s from an anonymous account and it has a picture of you engaged in a lewd act”

He told her as he stopped just in front of her desk

Below the picture it tells me that you would love to do this for me if you can skip the final exam

“Are you trying to bribe me”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

"It's Sanna", she stated. "Not Samba. And no, I'm not trying to bribe you. I would never do that. And honestly, I don't need to. If you look me up you'll see i'm a grade a student and always have been. I'm the smartest one here..."

Sanna made a casual wave of the hand out towards the room.

"I don't know who the hell has sent that to you, but it's a private photo meant for me and me only. Whoever has got a hold of this is trying to use it against me. I'm sorry you had to see it. I'll look into it and try to find the culprit. So sorry, professor".

Sanna looked at him directly, with sincerity and honesty. A silly slut with no brain would've fucked it up but she was no such fool. She could handle this and anyway, she was right. Someone was trying to coerce her. A certain someone who's name started with an L and ended in ance.

 

[shizzz]

He listens to her trying to gauge her response. But as he looked st her, he could not help but recall the way she has ‘adjusted ‘ her attire in the middle of class

“Now sanna I can understand our frustration, however the entire class period you have indeed substantiated this email. I am sorry but I am forced to contact the appropriate administrative team “ he told her as he looked up, seeing that the class was empty

“Unless there is something else?”

 

[SannaBlonde82]

There wasn’t much time, Sanna had to decide fast. The professor was obviously not buying her angle. She could keep to her take on it, and hope the board would see things her way, which there was a fair chance they would. Or she could follow the train of thought he was going down - wherever that was but almost certainly some kind of sexual favour.

The first alternative was of course what she wanted to choose, but she realized that that fucker Lance may have other aces up his sleeve. He most definitely had material for it.

Sanna looked at the professor, a man more than twice her age.

“Is there something... I can do to persuade you otherwise?”

Sanna gave him a look he could impossibly have mistaken.

 

[shizzz]

He smiled down at her. Admiring the sultry look in her eye as she traced a delicate finger over her lips

He looked up, seeing the class was
Empty

“Come to my office. We need to talk” he said a she gestured towards a door off the auditorium


He lead her down a short ball then gestures her into his office

He locked the door behind him as he stepped in and took his seat behind the desk

“This is a very serious issue young lady. This is very hard for me to ignore. Perhaps you can explain yourself? Or is it what it is? “ he said as he openly eyed her

“Stand up and come over here” he told her

 

[SannaBlonde82]

She'd never been in this situation before. She'd heard of girls who had been - sluts who willingly offered themselves to teachers or girls who had been victims of sexual harassment behind the closed doors. Just like the closed door behind her back right now. Closed and locked.

So here she was. Feeling all dignity already fading away, and who had prepared her for this moment, with all his mindgames and coercion? Lance. And where was he right now?? Probably laughing somewhere, maybe he was fucking some other girl, maybe he was peeping in on them from behind some door, some secret hole in the wall... Sanna looked around.

And then she looked at her professor, and got up from the chair, walking up to the edge of his desk. It was too late. She'd already played her cards, and lost. There was no going back. Whatever Mr. Peterson wanted, she would have to give.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I just got carried away... so I guess yeah, it is what it is you know?"

Sanna looked down at the man, more than twice her age. Not attractive in any way - apart from the fact that the harsh tone of his voice revealed something, someone who was used to being... in control.

 

[shizzz]

He smiled up at the pretty Icelandic blond

“ so it is?” He asked was he openly looked her up and done.

“If that’s the case.” He said a she gestured at her

“Strip”