Sexual Deviance 101 (Demos and Kat)

[Demos Straxus]

"...In short, the basis for all human behavior, as believed by Freud, is sex."

The voice rings out against the darkened auditorium, the speaker's voice easily overcoming the vast space with a voice that bespoke an easy control of the easy language, and a confidence borne from an understanding of his students. He pauses now, knowing that he wholly has his student's attentions. One of the few advantages to speaking on Freud was that the near constant mention of sex kept the group of teenagers, and young adults spell bound in a hormone controlled thrall. Sex sells, as they say.

He stepped forward, moving from out of the darkened area by the corner of the room, where he often stood by the chalk board. Watching his students react to his lectures on the myriad subjects of the human psyche. Not that all of them were in his class for the joys of learning. Not by an means.

At 6'4", and 220 lbs, he was a former football star, close to winning a scholarship, prior to the car wreck that had messed up his left knee. Forced to find, an alternate way in the world, the blond Adonis had found his way into the teaching profession. Psychology becoming an evident choice for him. Always, he had enjoyed the mind games he could play with others. Women and men alike. The academia he entered into only fortified these skills.

And thus here he was now. Teaching a group of young, foolish students, more interested in their next fucking, than in any knowledge he might impart to them about the mysteries of the human mind...not that the job was without it's advantages.

As ever, he enjoyed the sense of control that his teaching position gave him. Loved the way that the female students lusted after him. The cool way he could lead them on. The occasional taking of a girl or two...just the ones he knew wouldn't talk. The ones he gave slight, but significant boosts on for their GPAs..provided they pleased him.

Rousing him from his thought, the teacher heard the distant ring of a bell. Signal that the class was ended. Odd for a college to have such an archaic device...but he didn't question it.

Turning the projector, with its array of mildly erotic imagery off, and turning up the lights, he watched as the students began to rush out.

"Okay, class projects are due Monday people. Thats three days for those of you not gifted in the areas of math...or planning. i want a paper on human sexuality, detailing your own views on the subject, as opposed to Frued. Please no one call him Siggy, okay? Info you need on the paper is listed on the chalk board. Write it DOWN."

He gestured then to board, which displayed the following:

'Dr Micheal Rayner
Sexual Deviance 101
HH 156 9:00'

"Don't address it to 'that hunky teacher with the ponytail and blue eyes' please. My secretary has enough trouble deciphering you people. Oh, and I'll need to Keely White after class."

At the last, he directed his gaze to Keely, considering her for a moment. Considering what he had planned for her. It brought a slight smile to his features.

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely White, a young, quite girl in her 4th year of college looked up as she heard her pofessor meantion her name. SH ehad been writing the information in her psych notebook and her pen was halfway through writing the 6 in the last line.

Her bonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with both suprise and the reflesction of a faint blush. SHe could feel a few jealous eyes on her as she finished writing quickly - her handwriting neat and presice not flowery like so many other girls her age- and closed her notebook. SHe backed her things away into her black messenger bag. Here and there it was decorated by sewn on patches and pins depicting comic book characters. A silly thing for a girl of 22, but she was proud of her hobbies.

She brushed her hair bacl over her shoulder as she pulled the strap of the bag on. As she moved to stand up she straitened the tank top that she wore, making sure that it and her jeans were set perfectly on her body. SHe waite duntil nearly everyone had left the room to move to the front of the class, her dark colored sneakers quiet on the carpetted floor.

"Professor Rayner?"

She had no idea why he would keep her after class. Her grades were fair, but definitely passing. SHe had a passion for the class, as much as she had a crush on the teacher, but she had a bad habit of getting distracted. SHe was teh classic daydreamer. Quiet, sometimes shy but generally and genuinely kind. SHe studied hard when she remembered. SHe had even starte dher papaer already, all she had to do was type it up and come up with the second half and she would be ready for monday's class.

For her that was pretty good.

"You wanted to see me?"

She pulled her slight frame to a stop at the front of this class, just a few feet away from her blonde, intimidatingly handsome preofessor. SHe tried not to get too distracted by his eyes, or the mway his muscles rippled when he moved - even the slightest bit.

It was, however, difficult .

 

[Demos Straxus]

For a moment, he ignores her. His hands occupied with the task of cleaning up his desk. Arranging matters to his liking. As always, his eye seemed to take in the slightest flaw. The slighest thing out of place.

He reached down, taking one of the erasers, and expunging his name from the board, in long sweeping strokes. Almost absently, as he cleaned away the markings of the day he spoke to her, his tone brisk, and slightly annoyed.

"Miss White, you have been coming to my class for three weeks. Five days a week, without exception. You arrive early, ask pertinent questions, and as nearly as I can decipher, are an excellent student...strange, given that as nearly as I can tell, you are never present at my classes."

The eyes turn to appraise her, cold in their appraisal.

"This is not the 5th grade Miss White. We do not daydream in college."

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely felt instantly ashamed as her professor spoke. SHe had taken critisism all her life for her wandering mind. As mucha s she tired to reign it in she failed.

"I-" She began to proest , her mouth caught open as she realizes that she hads not real defense. Embarassment turned her cheeks a bright red and her eyes searched to room for osmethin gother than him to look at.

"It's not that I dont like your class I just . . . " Again she knew that where she was goign with teh statement was a useless excuse. She blushed even brighter, brushing osme of her blonde hair back behind her ear. SHe looked like a scolded child fo ra moment as she looked at his feet rather than his face.

"I'm sorry, Professor Rayner."

 

[Demos Straxus]

"Just What Miss White? College is not a place for childish trail offs either"

Annoyance flared in his voice now. The obvious response to her incomplete statement. He moves closer to her, until he is standing just before her. Well toned arms crossed, as he gazes down at her. Waiting, just waiting for her complete thought. Knowing that she was placing herself within his power, and pleased by it.

'Just keep digging, and we'll have all sorts of fun as a result...'

Students start to enter from the side, and he gives them passing consideration. Knowing that his replacement will soon arrive.

"Perhaps we should discuss this in my office. Take my things, and meet me there, in 30 minutes."

With that, he turns, moving briskly from the room. Leaving her alone with strangers, and questions.

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely couldn't think of anything to say. As he moved clsoer to her she felt intimidation seep into her bones. It was more than jsut the intimidation of his appearance now, it was something else.

As he spoek again, telling ehr to meet him in his office, she looked up nervously. She looked at his things as he left and felt confusion and shame sink deeper. SHe grabbed his things quickly, ducking out of the room with her head down as the nect class entered, the new professor passing clsoely to her.

For twenty minutes she wandered the halls, nervous and terrified, and for once she did not daydream. She would be missing ehr next class to meet Professor Rayner, but somehow she knew that if she didn't meet him she'd be in a lo tmore trouble than she would be for a truancy in early american lit.

Finally, less than five minute sbefore she was suppoed to be there, she appeared at his office. She pushed the door in and slipped inside, hugging his things to her chest like a nervois grade school student.

She even went so far as to FORGET to hand the things to him as she stood in teh middle of his office, facing his desk, with her head down.

"I . . You wanted to see me . . . again . . sir."

 

[Demos Straxus]

"No....I did not."

The comment comes from the teacher, who flicks casually through his grade book, not even deigning to look at her. The cool, enticing eyes turned away from her, in disinterest.

"Place my things on the desk, then close, and lock my door. You may not sit."

The directions are precise. Given without any apparent interest or curiosity. The sort of rote that teachers fall into easily when giving directions. As she did these things though, his eyes moved over her form casually, watching the muscular, supple body carefully, unobserved, but taking in every detail.

When she was finished, he at last turned his gaze to meet hers. Speaking seven words, that would devestate any student dependent on scholarships for aid.

"You are going to fail my class."

The statement was final. Brutal.

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely panicked as she truned back from teh door. If hse hadn't already been nervous she was far beyond that now.

"What!?" She stood with hermouth wide open, her e yes nearly popping out of her head. "But I've passed all teh tests, turned in all of the assignments. You yourself said I was an excellent student. How can I fail?"

She was thrown into an instant frenzy. SHe couldn't afford to fail. SHe was here on a soccer scholarship, and she had worked her ass off to get through the last years. NOw, less than a year from granduating, she was being told that she would fail his class?

"Y-You can't be serious!" Her voice went up a pitch or two as she rushed to the front of his desk, gripping the edge.

"Please tell me you aren't serious, Professor Rayner!"

 

[Demos Straxus]

Against her her irrational outburst, his response was utterly calm. Relaxed. Almost playful.

"Ahh, but if your recall the syllabus, it state clearly that fifty percent of your grade comes from participation. I have not seen any such participation from you. You sit in your chair for an hour, staring off into space. That is Not what my class is for."

Annoyance plays into his voice now. As always sounding dissatisfied with her conduct.

"Unless, you are willing to explain your clearly discordant behavior to me, i shall have no choice but to fail you. That is my final word on the issue. You must Prove that you want to be in my class."

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely took a deep breahth and tried to calm ehrself. She had to take controlk of the situation, like her father had always said. SH ehad gotten herself into this, she would get herself out as well.

"I . . I don't really know how to prve to you that I want to be in your class. I try to pay attention but . . its hard. I absorb all of the information but my head is . .w ell its elsewhere." She blushed at the idea of telling him just exactly WHERE it went sometimes.

"But believe me . . I'm still in class . .with you . . . " Her fingers tightened ont eh desk for a moment, her knuckles turning white before releasing. SHe absent-mindedly collapsed back into the chair behind her, forgetting about his directions to stand, not sit.

"I'm just . . . Well, I'm not made for sitting in classes listening to lectures. I need to be doing thingse, but I try harder for your class. I study outside of it, I do reserach for it in my free time so that I can keep up even if I space out." SHe looked away a m inute, then back to him.

"Please dont' fail me, I'll do anything."

 

[Demos Straxus]

The hands fold easily before the teacher, as he leans back, considering her carefully. The blue eyes thoughtful. Considering....gloating. After a time, he responds. His question cool, and cruel.

"What precisely do you mean by anything, Miss White?"

A slight smile frames his lip. A deeper meaning inflects his words. There is something...predatory about the man now. Easy as he sinks into the elements of control which he is most comfortable. The destruction of the psyche at which he excels. Dr Rayner is a student of the mind, and clearly in this he has found a use for such knowledge. Such skills.

 

[DracnKitten]

Kelly looked up at her Professor and she felt very uneasy. Shesat upa bit more and tried to run all the possibilities through her mind. Of course, she stalled on the ones that she was most afraid he would ask from her, but even then . . . she needed the grade. She had no choice.

"I . . " SHe looked away, turning bright red in embarrasment and even shame, "I don't know . . " SHe looked away, more at the corner of his desk than any thing else, "What do you want me to do?"

She shifted nervously, her hair falling over her shoulder as she tried not to think about the most obvous possibilities. Sure, he was handsome and it would be great to . . ya know . . be sexual with him. But was it Right?

She tried to look back up at him, but found it hard to get past his filded hands. SHe found it impossible to make eye cotact, no matter how hard she tried.

 

[Demos Straxus]

The smile widened on his features, as he spoke. His voice radiating command, and power. The eyes sparkled with lust, and control. The man

"Unlock the door, and come here. I have an extra credit assignment I think you will find to be most gratifying."

His words left no doubt of his intent. After she had unlock the door, he gestures before him, to the huge wood desk that he sat behind. Unusual in design, the chair opening was fully enclosed, hiding his lower body from view.

"I have a meeting in two minutes. Come under here, and entertain me while she and I talk."

He chuckled at the last, pleased at his own ingenuity in such matters. The procurement of the desk had been for just this purpose........though it was generaly his secretary that filled the purpose. Not today. No, today he would get to break in a new playmate...Just to add fire to the events, he dropped a final bomb.

"I'm meeting with your parents."

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely felt as if the room was growing warmer each moment, and as if time had slowed to nearly a crawl. It seemed to take her forever to get to the door, to unlock it, and to return to the desk. SHe had been about to crawl under when she heard his words and stopped, frozen in place. She looked up at him, on her hands and knees beside his chair.

"My . . . parents?" Fear struck her like a paralasis drug, and she couldn't move.

"You want me to . . . while . . . "She was terrified. What if they saw her? Heard her? WHat if, suddenly, he decided to tell themt hat she was under his desk, playing with his cock. Possibly even sucking it?

"But if they find out!" It seemed as though the blush had went from jsut her face to cover her entire body.

"I can't do that!"

 

[Demos Straxus]

Micheal shrugged, as if the matter was of no consequence to him.

"Well, you are certainly entitled to your choice in the matter. I'll just inform your parents that you've failed the class, and we can all be on our merry way.....it makes no real difference to me. Women are an easy commodity to find...college scholarships are significantly harder to procure though."

He leaned back in his chair, smiling cruelly at her. Knowing how utterly he had her within his grip. Pleased with the situation. The control. On hand, lightly touched the side of his head, stroking through the golden locks he wore in a tight ponytail. Patiently waiting for he to accede to his will.

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely gave a small,d efeated cry at his words and, droppin ghe rhead, crawled under the desk. She moved beneath it, positioning hersel fbetween his legs and running her hands over his thighs. SHe was obviously not as experianced as most other girls, her hands a bit clumsy - though aprt of that was due to sheer nervousness and panic.

But she did well enough, rubbing his cock through his pants fo ramoment before unzipping them. SHe did not move forward to pace her mouth clsoe to his cock, instead she pulled it free and began to slowly stroke it. Watching it in her hand, studying it.

She was practically trembling with nerves.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Pleased with her acceptance, he moves forward in his rolling chair, until his lower body is fully concealed beneath the desk. Absently, he enjoys the enticing touch of her hands on his flaccid shaft, while he glances at his watch. He feels his cock start to engorge as she strokes him. Inexpertly, but with the natural enthusiasm he values in his young students. Someone truly to be taught.

His attention goes to other, less primal matters, as the girl's parents enter, introduced by his beautiful young secretary. Not rising, he simply gestures for the two to be seated.

Introducing himself, he begins the meeting with a general explanation of what the class covers, speaking in the generally vague terms, that people of his field are well known for. He can't just go out and Tell them what the course is after all. The two seem interested in the topic, and ask silly questions, that even his worst students could answer. He takes his time responding. As ever holding out the moment. Delaying things, so that their daughter can see to her task properly.

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely grows more nervous as her paren'ts walk intot he room, and for a moment, she truly shakes, her hands trembling on his shaft as her breath grows fast with fear. Slowly, as minutes pass, she calms down. She beginsd to stroke more carefully, trying to find the best way, seekig fo rsome kind of reaction from teh cock in front of her - telling ehr tht she was doing a good job.

But when none came she diecded that she had better not take any chances. Leaning forward, her full breasts press hard agianst his lecks and, almost timidly, she runs her tongue over the head of his cock.

She is suprised, at first, to find that she likes the way that he tastes. That his flesh - warm and hard - tastes welcoming, and she finds herself running her tongue around th ehead. She continues as much out of curiosity as out of the knowledge that if she didnt' pelase him well enough he might change his mind and tell her parents that he would fail her anyway.

Or tell them what she was doing.

Either way, she couldn't risk NOT pelasing him.

 

[Demos Straxus]

Almost casualy, as he listens to the two parents speaking, Micheal lets his right hand slide beneath his desk, touching the back of her head, and encouraging her to go on. To work harder at her goal. To the parents, he seems both polite, and nice, if a bit absent minded. Listening patiently as they impress upon him myriad tales of her adventerous use. Unaware that their daughter is made a whore at their very feet.

At the same time that his hand encourages her minstrations, his left foot slips free of it's leather loafer, the socked foot moving to rub against her inner thigh, edging towards her pantie covered pussy with slow, massaging movements.

Giving her a small pay off for the pleasure she is at last starting to give him.
If she does well, she might except quite a bit more from him in terms of rewards...

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely was suprised at first when she felt his hand, and again feared that her parents owuld catch on, but she obediantly pressed further forward, using her tongue to guide his cock into ehr mouth. It was obvious that she was not much experianced, but that she was trying. She let her tongue move around the head of the cock, but when she begant o work it in and out of ehr moouth, her tongue lay still. SHe was not yet experianced enough to know that doing both at the same time heightened the pleasure.

SHe was even more suprise, and almost cried out before she remembered herself, when she felt his sock covered foot against her smooth thigh. SHe was suprose dat how quickly this small contact arroused her. SHe was afriad that, if he continued, she would give herself away. SHe shifted a bit, breakign contact with his foot, only joping that this would not anger him.

She was terrified, and at the same time, drawn to him, to his touch. And she knew that if she wasnt careful one way or another things would fall away and crumble in a second.

 

[Demos Straxus]

The foot was not nearly so easily deflected, moving again to brush agains ther thigh, this time moving all the way to the apex of her thigh. Applying a soft, shifting pressure to the allready damp flesh he found there.

His hand meanwhile, rubbed softly against her hair, encouraging her minstrations on his now rigid cock. Trying to get her to take as much of it as she could into her mouth.

Above the desk, matters with the parents were drawing to a close, with discussion of her currently high grades, and a brief carry over into her performance on the soccer field.

Ever a fan of nubile young women in short horts, Micheal admitted to be being quite the fan of her work, enjoying the use of double speak, as he talked with them.

"Yes, she is a fine player, though I sense she somewhat lacks for skill. One must never ignore the balls in a game of sportsmanship. They should be given all possible care I think. Though from speaking with her in class, I've noticed that she seems to have voluminus oral capacity. She should use it to the fullest, if she truely wishes to reach the apex of her field..."

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely nearly choked as she again tried to avoid the foot, barely muffling her moan beneath his words. SHe would have to be more careful. She tried to push his leg away even as sh etook more of his cock into ehr mouth, working it in and mouth, all the way up to her throat. Her free hand, the one not trying to deter his foot, moved up.

She was an intellegent girl, one who understood ever word he said, every double edge, and though she turned red with embarassment, she reached forward to carefully cup his balls. Her fingers rubbed his scrotum, and she clamped her legs shut, sittin gon her ankles as best she could while still sucking his cock.

She hoped her parents would leave soon, it was already becoming difficult to remain silent.

 

[Demos Straxus]

"No, I think in terms of scholastic achievement she's doing quite well, although I am certain her grades will suffer, if she does not learn to have an open mind. She seems far too closed on some topics to my mind."

The leg shifted again her thighs, trying delicately to enticed its way back between her legs.

Micheal for his part was well pleased with her oral services, even as he knew that they were quickly approaching a level where he would have difficulty maintaining even his iron control.

Still...one had to keep pushing the envelope...

"Oh, I don't know about that. good oral skills, are often complemented if there is a certain degree of hands on experience to back it up."

 

[DracnKitten]

Keely forced herself not to whimper or moan, reaching her othe rhand up to wrap it around the base of his cock. She knew this was a way to keep her from pushing him away, and it worked. She forced his cock deeper into ehr mouth, gagging as it reached teh back fo her throat, to keep from moaning as her legs slipped apart.

He now had full access again, and she know she would be unable to remain silent for much longer.

She began to stroke his slick cock in that sme, clumsy kind of way she had earlier, but she was doign a better job of working his cock in and out of her mouth, and even - at times - her throat.

She prayed her parents would stop talking soon and take off. At least then if she broke out into a cry, or into tears, she wouldn't have to worry about them hearing.

 

[Demos Straxus]

As her mouth, and hands glided over his cock and balls, he entered the closing moments of the meeting, with the formalities generally associated with such times. Keely's dad John, worked at an automotive shop in the city, and had come here during his lunch hour. Naturally then, he was also the first to go. Sarah, her step-mom on the other hand was in college herself, and remained behind after her husband's departure. Explaining that she and Micheal had some work to complete on her own distance education programs.

Brunette, and 5'6", the housewife, and all around MILF was 36, but could have passed for 25. She and Micheal had done their own trysts from time to time, and it had been her intial comments on the bounty of her stepdaughter that had inspired this particular move.

Slyly, Sarah moved to the door, closing it softly, and then turning the latch. Locking it with a click.

She grinned at her lover, exchanging a cool smile as she moved closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, and giving him a deep, passion filled kiss, less than a foot away from where her stepdaughter sucked his cock.

"Is my little stepdaughter enjoying your manmeat lover?"