Reagan's Education

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It was a chilly fall day and the start of a new school year. The freshmen had arrived last week for orientation. Now the sophomores, just a little less lost than the freshmen as this year they had to declare their major, for them, this year was going to become much more challenging. The juniors had realized if they were to succeed in their chosen major, it would be very hard work. The seniors had gone through all of this, so for the most part it was a year for them to start deciding where they would either go for their post grad, or to write resumés.

Professor Jean Batard ran his fingers through his thinning hair. How long had it been six years, no seven, sense he had been persuaded to leave France, to end up in this small elite New England college. Smith College was a feast for his eyes. Being a woman’s college he was surrounded by young nubile female bodies. A temptation that he must resist. American were so provincial when it came to sexual relations between professors and attractive young coeds.

Batard steeled himself to interview a new group of young hopeful students for the few available student work positions. “Send the next student in Miss McCarthy.”

Batard wondered if the next girl would be a Butch feminist, or a giddy young blonde relying on her looks to get what she wanted. There was a soft knock on the door. “Enter” His voice was crisp with a no nonsense note to it.

 

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Publishing internship, novel in process, high gpa. Publishing internship, novel in process, high gpa. High gpa, risk of scholarship loss, novel in process.

No, wait.

The girl bit the inside of her cheek, careful not to draw blood. The last thing she needed right before she met with her interviewer was stained teeth. Anything that could compromise her getting this position was out of question. Failure had never been an option for Reagan, much less in the current problems she had made for herself.

A position as a professor’s aid could get her the credibility she knew she’d need if her little business got out to the dean.

Dressed in a black pencil skirt and a blazer to match, she held firmly onto her thighs as she waited to be called in. She lived by being the best and knew the achievements of other candidates couldn’t cast a shadow on her resumé. It should be a cake walk for her, but the circumstances made her unusually nervous.

Publishing internship, novel in process, high gpa. Breathe in. Breathe out. Why didn’t I put up my hair? Isn’t anyone else boiling?

Her name being called snapped her out of her worries, at least long enough for her to fix herself up one last time as she walked to Dr. Batard’s door and carefully twisted the knob open. Her normally polished nails had been bitten over the past few days; she had hoped some drugstore press-ons would work last minute to make her seem less concerned.

She snuck in one last breath before closing the door behind her and making her way to the professor, hand extended. Her posture straightened immediately, hoping a half power pose would make her nerves disappear. “Professor Batard? I’m Reagan Taylor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

 

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Batard saw that this attractive young dark haired beauty snuck in one last breath before closing the door behind her and making her way to the professor, hand extended. Her posture straightened immediately, hoping a half power pose would make her nerves disappear. “Professor Batard? I’m Reagan Taylor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

This young beauty caught Batard’s eye. His long habit of resisting the temptation that had haunted him for years, was severely tested, at his first sight of young Miss Reagan Taylor, Batard glanced over her transcript, she was a junior, that would make her what 19 or 20.

Jean Batard shook himself from his pondering of Reagan. He took her extended hand

“Enchante Mademoiselle Taylor, you are applying for the position of an assistance, Why? Smith college students come from the cream of the older well healed what passes for American nobility.”

Professor Jean Batard knew that this was no Reagan’s background. Yet she dressed as if it was, her blazer, ruffled blouse, and skirt. He also knew that Reagan Taylor was one of the few scholarship students. That scholarship gave her a place at Smith but did little to cover her books and other fees.

“Mademoiselle Taylor I fear all the positions are filled……..” Batard enjoyed toying with this gorgeous young dark haired beauty. He watched as the hope went out of her eyes. “……… That is all but one. The position is as my personal assistant. I see your are a linguistic major.”

He let his eyes take in all the youthful sensual curves of Reagan stunning young body.” Well Mademoiselle Taylor do you want the position?”

 

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Why did she need the position? Since honesty wasn’t an option, she had prepared her responses the night before. It seemed in vain, though, as the only available position wouldn’t require her to recall her accolades. Reagan took a seat in one of the cushioned chairs before the man’s desk, her soft hands settling together on her lap. Her eyes held Batard’s, hoping her need for the position could be visible through her blue gaze.

“I would,” Reagan nodded. “I think I’d be a wonderful asset to you. As I’m sure you’ve noticed in my resumé, I’ve already held some positions that were temporary or of assistance. I spent my last summer in an internship with a publishing company on the West Coast. The editor I assisted is more than happy to share her experience with me if you’re interested. I was majoring in English before I returned for this semester, in case you’re curious about why I did said work.”

The reason for her desperation was something she’d take to the grave. When paying for her classes got too difficult, she started selling homework. Essays, taking online tests, anything to earn her a pretty buck from her loaded classmates. It wasn’t too difficult with her self-discipline, but when her contender for the top of their class in her program had caught wind, he threatened her to switch her career path. Now, she lived with some anxiety that he’d change his mind and get rid of her for good. She needed ammo, starting with staff that could vouch for her character. It wasn’t just her credit score on the line anymore: it was her entire education.

 

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“I would,” Reagan nodded. “I think I’d be a wonderful asset to you. As I’m sure you’ve noticed in my resumé, I’ve already held some positions that were temporary or of assistance. I spent my last summer in an internship with a publishing company on the West Coast. The editor I assisted is more than happy to share her experience with me if you’re interested. I was majoring in English before I returned for this semester, in case you’re curious about why I did said work.”

All that Reagan said was true or nearly true. Batard could see in Reagan’s soft blue eyes that she was not telling him the whole truth. He was well aware that this gorgeous young beauty had, like so many other scholarship students, made needed money on the side by doing essays, term papers, for her wealthier classmates. But there was something else Batard could see it in her shimmering azure, blue eyes. Jean Batard would put a little pressure on this gorgeous young beauty. He simply said,

“Really Mademoiselle Taylor.”

Was that panic that he saw in the stunning young dark haired beauty’s eyes? He decided to test how desperate young Reagan was. “Go to the door and lock it Mademoiselle Taylor I would like to sketch you.”

Batard took out a sketch book and a mechanical sketching pencil. “ Mademoiselle Taylor………Reagan, curl up on the chair and remove your shoes.”

 

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The request had certainly caught Reagan off guard. He wanted to sketch her? What could he possibly want to do that for? Maybe a test on instruction following or something of the like? Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she got up and went to lock the door. Was she the last candidate of the day to give him the flexibility of drawing?

She took her seat once more, returning to her proper pose. Her eyes widened at the professor’s new request. “My… shoes?” Asking her to curl up in the chair was already one thing, but removing her shoes was downright unusual. She had opted for pantyhose and a pair of kitten heels - maybe a little old school, but she was aiming to be taken seriously. Knowing that he wanted to draw her was more abstract than she expected.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Professor,” Reagan began, “why is sketching me part of the interview?”

 

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The look on Reagan’s angelic face seem to say, What could he possibly want to do that for? Maybe a test on instruction following or something of the like? Yet Reagan did as she was told, got up went to the door and dutifully locked it as she had been told. Then following the professor’s instructions, she curled up in the plush leather chair. When Batard told Reagan to remove her shoes a look of disbelief shadowed her face.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Professor,” Reagan began, “why is sketching me part of the interview?”

“You are an attractive young woman Reagan and beauty deserve to be captured……. Your shoes Reagan or have you decided not to be considered for the position” Batard’s voice had become noticeably more stern as he made a series of rapped motions, sketching the young beauty.

“No, no, no!”

Batard ripped the page he had been sketching Reagan on and tore it from the sketch pad. “Its all wrong! Reagan remove your jacket and blouse and your bra if you are wearing one.”

Jean knew his demand of Reagan was quite outrageous but he wanted to know several things, how desperate was this young beauty, did she have a sweet submissive nature, and how far would she go to get the position he was dangling before her.

 

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Reagan immediately scoffed. “I’m sorry, are you out of your mind?”

Was he seriously asking her that? What the hell was wrong with him? From hitting on a student to asking her to remove her clothes? Had he lost it? Reagan didn’t comply, the need for the position shoved all the way to the back of her mind. Instead, she got on her feet, anger in her eyes. “You must have left your common sense in France if you think I think so little of myself to undress for you just for a job as an assistant! What do you take me for?!”

She began to make her way to the door, whipping her head around before she reached for the doorknob. “And if you think I won’t be reporting this- this invasive request to the Dean then you’re out of your mind, Professor!”

 

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Reagan immediately scoffed. “I’m sorry, are you out of your mind?”

So, this young beauty had a fiery temper, which hinted to a passionate nature. He watched as Regan’s temper built and flared.

“You must have left your common sense in France if you think I think so little of myself to undress for you just for a job as an assistant! What do you take me for?!”

Batard put his sketch pad to one side and calmly laid down his pencil. He did not rise as Regan began to make her way to the door, whipping her head around before she reached for the doorknob. “And if you think I won’t be reporting this- this invasive request to the Dean then you’re out of your mind, Professor!”

“Go a head Reagan report this to the Dean. But wasn’t it you that had locked the door. I have tenure and it will take more than a young coed’s tearful claim I made scandalous request that you disrobe for me Reagan?”

Batard had made several alteration to his office that consisted of the installation of hidden cameras, and a magnetic lock for the room as well as sound proofing. Reagan Taylor was going nowhere.

“Reagan let me tell you a little story about a talented young lady and a boy who were contending for the top of their class last year.” So, Professor Batard knew her secret.

“I am sure the dean would be most interested in their sorted story Reagan. Now strip to the waist Regan.”

Jean Batard picked up his sketch pan and pencil. “I am waiting Reagan.”

 

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Reagan’s stomach dropped and - more shamefully - she could feel some dampness in between her legs. She was a hurricane of emotions, going from disbelief at the professor’s request, the fact that his authority was somehow turning her on, and the chill that sped down her back when Batard made the comment about her and the same issues that had brought her to his office in the first place.

She let go of the doorknob and turned to face him completely, her face aghast. In a way, she was relieved the burden wasn’t just hers to share anymore, but the fact that he had somehow known exactly what was going on couldn’t be good news. Who else knew? Who told him? Why did they?

“How… How do you…” Reagan stammered, her heart speeding at not only the reality of the situation but at how his eyes were fixed on her expectantly.

She didn’t have a choice, answer or not.

The brunette carefully removed her blazer, neatly putting it on the nearby chair. Slowly, she undid button to button of her blouse, following her removed clothes as she was left with only a white lace bra. Her skin felt the coolness of her semi-nudity, making her nipples harden underneath the bra. She was hesitant to remove it, but with her back to the wall, she unclasped it anyway, letting her perky breasts free. She let the garment fall to the floor and looked firmly at the professor.

 

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Professor Batard saw the shock in Reagan’s soft expressive eyes. he could see that she was suffering a hurricane of emotions, going from disbelief at the professor’s request, and the fact that his authority was somehow turning her on, and the chill that sped down her back when Batard made the comment about her and the same issues that had brought her to his office in the first place. He smiled when he caught the first sweet musky scent of this gorgeous young creatures unwanted arousal.

“How… How do you…” Reagan stammered, her heart speeding, pounding in her chest. Not only the reality of her present situation but at how his eyes were fixed on her expectantly. She didn’t have a choice, answer or not, as Reagan fate closed in on the stunning young chestnut haired beauty.

The gorgeous young brunette carefully removed her blazer, neatly putting it on the nearby chair. Slowly, she undid the buttons of her blouse and slid it from her shoulder. Reagan was left with only her white lace bra. The coolness of the office and her semi-nudity, making her nipples harden underneath the bra. She was hesitant to remove it, but with her back to the wall, she unclasped it. That little scrap of lace flutter to the floor, letting her perky breasts free. Reagan looked firmly at the professor, as if looks could kill, as she stood there naked to the waist before him.

Batard loved the power he held over Reagan. He directed Reagan to once more resume her former pose curled in the soft leather chair, but this time naked to the waist. He picked up his sketch pad and pencil. “Reagan and this time remove your shoes.

He began to sketch the young chestnut haired beauty. “Reagan the pose is great but it lacks something. He scratched his chin in thought as he rose and circled the stunning young beauty. “Ah” he said. “Reagan remove your skirt, stocking, and panties.”

Apparently it was not enough to have her strip to the waist, but now he wanted her naked.

“You do want the position Reagan.”

She was still in the running for the P A position, if Reagan was willing to bend to Professor Batards will. And there was also his knowledge of her secret.

 

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Was there any breathing room to draw a line? “You haven’t even told me how you know,” she argued, still in the chair. What if he was bluffing? Again, if it was just a rumor spread, then how compromised did that make her right now? What if getting naked for a professor only worsened things?

Reagan wanted to ignore the allure of the situation, but she couldn’t help it. She could delve into why this was turning her on a bit later - right now, she refused to remove another piece of clothing until she had answers. Yes, she had entered the office with desperation, but it didn’t mean she had to leave without any part of her dignity left.

“I need help, but I’m not sure it’s fair that I have to do all… this, and I’m not assured that it’s worth something,” she said, trying to will any confidence left into her voice. She wasn’t timid about showing her body when it came to it - some of her classmates would vouch for her -, but to know it was for someone of such importance at her institution, especially without any previous approach, felt different. In contemplation of these terms, she crossed her arms over her chest, covering them.

 

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“You haven’t even told me how you know,” she argued, still in the chair. The sweet musky scent of the young beauty growing arousal pleased Batard as it seemed that Reagan had a need to be forced.

I could see that Reagan wanted to ignore the allure of the situation, but she couldn’t help it. She could delve into why this was turning her on a bit later - right now, she refused to remove another piece of clothing until she had answers. Yes, she had entered the office with desperation, but it didn’t mean she had to leave without any part of her dignity left.

“I need help, but I’m not sure it’s fair that I have to do all… this, and I’m not assured that it’s worth something,”

Reagan was trying so desperately trying to make her voice sound more confident than it was. So, she wanted answers well he would give them to her.

Regan last year you became very desperate, when paying for your classes got too difficult, you started selling homework. Essays, taking online tests, and anything to earn you a pretty buck from your loaded classmates. It wasn’t too difficult with your intelligence and self-discipline, but as I said before when your contender for the top of your class in your program had caught wind, he threatened you to switch her career path.

Batard had told Regan most of this before. “I believe that Peter Wycroft was the top of the sophomore class.”

Reagan had her answers and it was clear that professor Batard knew everything , and all the details of the secret that Reagan had sworn to take to her grave. “Reagan remove your skirt, stocking, and panties, Now Reagan.”

It was apparent that Batard was in no mood for any more of Reagan’s denial of his wishes.

 

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Reagan persisted, sliding her hands under her thighs to signify her refusal. She still didn’t have her answers, and if she was really about to completely disrobe before the professor, then she wanted to at least be certain of what she was about to step into. The confirmation of the events wasn’t a great start, but it meant she could start finding ways out. A second blackmailer was awful, but maybe she could turn it around somehow.

“Tell me how you know,” she insisted, looking straight ahead and avoiding looking at the professor, almost as if she didn’t even acknowledge his presence beside her. She was yet to move a centimeter, much less in compliance.

 

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“Tell me how you know,” Reagan insisted, looking straight ahead, and avoiding looking at the professor, almost as if she didn’t even acknowledge his presence beside her. She was yet to move a centimeter, much less in compliance.

Answers, answers, answer was all that this petulant young beauty repeated time and again. Batard decided he had, had enough of her arrogant and disrespectful attitude. Batard came across the desk that was amazing and frightening for a man of his years. He caught one of Reagan’s hands and dragged her to a straight backed chair, sat and drew the struggling young beauty across his knees.

Jean Batard pinned Reagan in place, lifted the hem of her skirt and draped it over the small of her back. Next he pulled down Reagan’s panty hose and panties, bearing her sweet young ass to him. Enough is enough Miss Taylor. The change in address from Reagan to Miss Taylor could not bode well for her. “Young lady if you want this position that you appear to need so badly then you should be more obedient and grateful.”

Batard hand came down as swift as summer lightening, her firm little ass jiggled sensually. Reagan’s tight little ass glowed crimson with Batard’s hand print. He gave the petulant young beauty ten of his best before he stayed his hand. “Ragan are you ready to do as you are told?”

His hand hovered over the young coed heated, crimson, ass. Ready to continue till she relented and did as she was told.

 

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“Oh!” Reagan exclaimed, the first slap startling her. A part of her was embarrassed that she was even entertaining this behavior, but the way the professor was expressing his dissatisfaction with her refusal was turning her on more than it should have. She had never been spanked before, much less by someone of Batard’s stature.

Somewhere, along those consecutive smacks, the humiliation was turning into… pleasure? She did her best to withhold any sounds of enjoyment as he went on, the slight movement of her breasts following each spank. Her ass cheeks felt like they were burning.

By the last hit, she couldn’t help it. A small moan left her lips. She stiffened a bit, curious to see if the professor had heard her accidental sign of pleasure or if she could find a way to make it seem like this typically disfavorable situation wasn’t making her clit plead to be touched.

 

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“Oh!” Reagan exclaimed, the first slap startling her. A part of her was embarrassed that she was even entertaining this behavior, but the way the professor was expressing his dissatisfaction with her refusal was turning her on.

Batard now knew that Reagan was aroused as the sweet musky fragrance of her arousal was unmistakable.

By the last slap to her firm little ass, she couldn’t help it. A small moan left her lips. Reagan stiffened a bit, curious to see if the professor had heard her accidental sign of pleasure or if she could find a way to make it seem like this typically of her disfavor at the situation wasn’t making her clit plead to be touched.

“Ragan are you ready to do as you are told? I think perhaps five more spankings to make sure of your compliance.”

Batard’s hand came down again this time he decided to up the ante. “After each chastisement you will say the count and Thank you professor, may I have another.”

His hand came down again. “Reagan if you don’t answer or forget what to say I shall start at one again.”

Batard enjoyed toying with Reagan and bend her to his will. Just to encourage her after the first slap he let his fingers slip between her legs to glide along the soft pink folds of her pussy. Again his hand came down, he paused waiting to see if Reagan would do as he had told her and wondered if she would embrace her chastisement and continued to ask for another even after they had reached five.

Professor Jean Batard enjoyed mixing pain and pleasure until they became one overpowering sensation.

 

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She took a deep breath, wondering if Batard could feel how fast her heart was going against his clothed lap. She didn’t say a word, not knowing how much lower she could go to please this man’s requests. The sense of getting up and figuring it out somehow rang in her head, especially after hearing his demand of having her count after every spank.

Just as the determination to get up reached her throat after that first slap, another soft moan left her lips instead. She shuddered slightly at the feel of his fingers against her wet slit, making her crave their entrance… or something bigger instead.

“One, thank you, professor,” Reagan sighed, looking over behind her shoulder to look at him with want in her blue eyes. “May I have another?”

 

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Just as Reagan’s determination to get up reached her throat after that first slap, another soft moan left her lips instead. She shuddered slightly at the feel of his fingers against her wet slit, making her crave their entrance… or something bigger instead.

Batard loved that sweet little moan of pleasure that bubbled from the young coed’s full ripe lips.

“One, thank you, professor,” Reagan sighed, looking back up behind her, over her shoulder, to look at him with want in her blue eyes. “May I have another?”

Reagan proved to be a very conscious young lady as she flawlessly declared the count, thanked Batard, and sweetly asked for another. The hungering look of need in her shimmering blue eyes pleased Batard, but Reagan’s need for sexual relief was not the point, her obedience was.

Batard let Reagan slide from his lap to lay prostrate at his feet. “ Reagan remove your skirt, pantyhose, and panties if you want to be fucked now.”

Batard said nothing about the work study she had applied for but addressed the burning sexual need and Reagan’s need to quench the fire that blazed in her sweet young pussy.

 

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Reagan definitely wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told her this was how this interview would go. To think she had been stressed for days with perfecting her presentations, choosing the best attire that oozed professionalism, and practicing her demeanor in the mirror only for this to be her qualification task. It was hard not to be curious about why she was the one he was doing this with. She knew she wasn’t an eyesore, but surely other candidates had more… memorable appearances.

She wouldn’t question it, at least not right now when it seemed that she had an in. She couldn’t do damage control until she got to the site, and if this was her way in then so be it. The added pleasure and relief that she was on birth control helped for sure.

In silence, she kept her gaze on Batard, almost unblinking as her skirt, pantyhose, and underwear fell to the floor. She cautiously stepped out of it and stood in her nude state. She made an effort to stay trim - for herself, it made it easier in the long run - and yoga did more than help keep her stress down.

 

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In silence, Reagan kept her gaze on Batard, almost unblinking as her skirt, pantyhose, and underwear fell to the floor. She cautiously stepped out of it and stood in her nude state. She made an effort to stay trim - for herself, it made it easier in the long run - and yoga did more than help keep her stress down.

This time Reagan had not hesitated and now stood before him in all her youthful naked glory. “Curl up again in the chair by my desk Reagan.”

Batard had no intention of relieve the young beauty’s sexual frustration right now. The chestnut haired beauty had made him wait through her demand for answers, and for her to strip. Once more he picked up his sketching pad and pencil. Batard sketched Reagan for 15 minutes. He then turned to the young coed. And held out the hope that he would ease her sexual need and frustration “Would you like me to fuck you now Reagan.”

 

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Doing as instructed, she breathed quietly, watching as the professor drew away and feeling her patience run thin. She debated whether or not to slide her hand in between her legs and just get it over with, hoping for a clearer mind once an orgasm brought her back to earth. At the same time, the professor had already shown a lack of patience. Although she had enjoyed the spanking, she was already riled up with the desire for more.

Reagan kept her hands away from herself, resisting even the urge to pinch her pink nipples as a distraction. It wasn’t easy by any means, every second felt ten times longer than what they usually were. She was surprised at the professor’s restraint - most guys she had been with were always eager to just fuck her and get it over with. Had there been better circumstances, she might’ve even found it ideal.

Noticing him fix his eyes back on her to speak, she listened attentively. She didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Please fuck me.”

 

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Professor Batard could see the desperate smoldering passion in the young coed’s eyes. Her need to cum quite clear. Yet Reagan kept her hands away from herself, resisting even the urge to pinch her pink nipples as a distraction. It wasn’t easy by any means, every second felt ten times longer than what they usually were. Noticing him fix his eyes back on her to speak, she listened attentively. She didn’t even hesitate to answer. “Please fuck me.

Batard laid aside his sketch pad, rose and came to the gorgeous young beauty. His lips brushed hers in a sensually seductive kiss. “Of course, Reagan it would be my pleasure.”

The professor hands rested on Reagan’s thighs, he pulled her sweet little derriere to the edge of the chair, knelt as he bent his head. Batard threw Reagan’s legs over his shoulders as he feasted on her dewy young pussy. His tongue, teeth and mouth devoured the young coed’s as if she were a sweet treat. He was intent on ripping several orgasms from the head strong and passionate beauty. Jean Batard wanted Reagan purring like a contented little kitten before he was through with her.

He hadn’t told Reagan yet but she had gotten the job as his personal assistant and he looked forward to a very close and intimate working relationship with her. But first things first. Reagan had asked so sweetly for him to fuck her, how could he refuse the needy beauty.

“Reagan I want you on top so I can watch you as we fuck”

Batard took a seat in the chair, Reagan would have to straddle his lap to fuck and be fucked.

 

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Reagan’s head fell back, facing the ceiling as she felt the professor take her in his mouth. She held onto the sides of the chair while he went on, raising her hips ever so slightly against the male’s mouth. When was the last time someone had eaten her out? Her fingers and her imagination were doing so much of the heavy lifting as of late. She didn’t mind playing with herself while she imagined her hand was Hugh Jackman’s, but having Batard’s tongue caressing her walls was long awaited.

“Oh, God…” Reagan whined, not knowing if grabbing at his hair would be too much too soon. He clearly enjoyed instructions, and she didn’t want to fall out of line - especially if it came with rewards like this. She kept sighing, pleased with how his expert tongue relished inside her.

She nearly complained when Batard pulled away, but following his positioning only made her more aroused. Thankful for the smooth, clean floor, Reagan knelt before him and began to undo his belt. He’d get what he wanted, but Reagan had a small deviation that she hoped he wouldn’t mind. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, giving it a few soft strokes before taking the tip in her mouth.

 

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To say that Reagan was aroused did not truly reflect the state the young beauty was in as Professor Jean Batard dominated her sweet young pussy with his lips, teeth, and tongue, He teased her clit, there was no need to coax it from it hooded hiding place as Reagan was ready, Oh, so ready.

The professor brought the young beauty to the edge of that abyss that promised such pleasure only for him to deny Reagan what she so desperately wanted. Her head lulled from side to side. He could feel her hands, her fingers running through his hair, and her hands gently drawing him closer as she arched her back and pressed her young supple pussy to his mouth. It was then, the professor griped her clit in his teeth an inhaled a cool steady stream of air over Reagan’s feverous clit.

Reagan kept sighing, pleased with how his expert tongue relished inside her. She nearly complained when Batard pulled away, but following his positioning only made her more aroused. Thankful for the smooth, clean floor, Reagan knelt before him and began to undo his belt. He’d get what he wanted, but Reagan had a small deviation that she hoped he wouldn’t mind. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, giving it a few soft strokes before taking the tip in her mouth.

So, this gorgeous young beauty was showing that she had initiative as well as a pronounced need to be forced until she surrendered. “What a naughty young lady you are Reagan and quite pleasing as well.” The professor’s voice was laced with passion. “If you make me cum before I fuck you Reagan I might have to give you another spanking” He gave the dark haired beauty a saucy little wink.