Slutty Needs and College Degrees (Open - 1 Male Co-writer needed)

[IntriguedLover]

Slutty Needs and College Degrees (Closed to BurningMonkey and myself)

Alanna Worthington was born upper class and never had to want for anything. She was the only daughter of the New York Worthingtons' and always had what she wanted. She's currently a student at Yale studying for her law degree. She had always wanted to move to Hollywood and become a big time actress, but her father had said she would be disinherited if she did so. So to keep his mouth shut about it, she decided to become a law student at Yale. She wasn't happy doing it, but it was better than her losing out on inheritance in the long run.

Alanna would often get most of the guys on campus to do her homework for her in exchange for either a lap dance or sucking them off. She is a slut in need of getting that degree. She isn't proud of flaunting her looks around campus, but if it gets her further in life, then she'll use them. She has pleasured herself in the past in her dorm room, but almost got caught by one of the female professors in the women's restroom one time. The urge to play with herself hit her and her pussy needed a release, simple enough. If she hadn't covered her mouth when she did, she would be expelled and that would lead to disinheritance.

Today was like any other Tuesday at Yale. Alanna was wearing a tight white shirt with her short red plaid skirt and sitting at the front of Mr. Harrison's lecture hall. He was droning on about legal procedures and how using the right terms can always bring a lawyer to win a case. She was becoming quite bored and couldn't keep her head up. She was brought back to reality when she heard a ruler come down on her desk. It was Mr. Harrison, a thirty-something professor, waking her from her dozing. She looked around and everyone else had gone to lunch. "I'm sorry Mr. Harrison, I didn't mean to doze off," she said as she tried to act all innocent in the matter. He was quite a looker to be his age and her mind drifted elsewhere as she imagined what else he could do with that ruler to her. Her panties becoming quite wet and sticking to her pussy as she did so.

{{{OOC: Closed to BurningMonkey and myself}}}

 

[BurningMonkey]

Bruce Harrison, 36.
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"Ms. Worthington," Bruce said, placing special emphasis on the "ms". His eyes conveyed the weary contempt he made no effort to hide.

"Um, were you finished with your 'beauty rest'? Perhaps we could provide you with a mattress and a massage unit over in the front corner, so you wouldn't have to endure all this tedious 'legal stuff'? I'm sure all the other students--who are working their asses off, by the way--would be more than happy to watch you drool all over yourself in comfy sleep when you're supposed to be paying ATTENTION!!"

He slammed the ruler down hard on the desk as he shouted the last word, his eyes suddenly blazing.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Alanna was shocked to say the least. She knew that Mr. Harrison was a hard-ass but never knew he had this side to him. "Oh no, I wouldn't want to put you out of your way, Mister.." she spoke with sarcasm in her voice. She wasn't scared of him, only because her father could buy and sell him twice over.

"Your voice was just so...so..how do I put it.. Boring!" she said out loud, her voice echoing in the empty hall. "Gosh he's such an ignorant guy," she thought to herself, adjusting herself in the seat getting ready to leave.

She stood up, "Same time tomorrow, Mr. H. And make sure you interest me.." she said before she turned to try to leave.

 

[BurningMonkey]

What a conceited bitch. He hated them--they walked around campus, money falling out of their pockets or purses, taking up valuable seats that could be better used by someone who wanted to learn...

"I spoke with your father," he said as she turned to go. She stopped, and looked at him over her shoulder, the contempt in her eyes leavened with some concern, now. "What he had to say might interest you, even if what I have to say doesn't."

 

[IntriguedLover]

"Whatever in the hell are you talking about?" she asked him, attempting now to let her concern show in her voice. The only reason he would be talking to her father would be an update about her schooling.

"You have no right, only the Headmaster and Dean are allowed to do that," she continued, her concern turning to fact in an attempt to see if he was lying or not. Usually he would to get girls to pay attention more, but she was actually smarter than that.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Oh. I see. Well, then," Bruce said, turning back towards the front of the class, " I guess you don't care to hear what we talked about. Sorry I mentioned it. Have a nice day."

He reached the front of the room and picked up his briefcase. Turning towards the door, he paused and looked back to where she still stood unmoving. "But if you did want to know, come see me during my regular office hours today." Chew on that, cunt, and squirm, he thought at her condescending Rich Bitch face.

And he unhurriedly walked out the door, waving casually over his shoulder as he went.

 

[IntriguedLover]

'Whatever in the hell is he talking about?' Alanna thought to herself as she watched the idiot teacher walk out the door. She couldn't help but think that what he was saying was actually true.

She walked out the door of the lecture hall and walked to the women's restroom to call her mother back in New York. "I see, so he did talk to Mr. Harrison. Do you know what about?" Her face turned sour as she heard her mother's response. "Okay, well if you don't know, then I'll just ask Mr. H.. I'll be off in a few months for a few days and I'll be up to visit. Love you too."

She leaned against the restroom wall as she put her phone away. "What in the hell did they talk about?" She had enough and her mind was wracked. If she didn't finish this law school bit, then she'd never get money again to travel to California to be an actress.

She walked down to Professors Hall and walked past a bunch of doors before she came to his door. She knocked on it and opened it. "I know you did talk to him, but not even my mother knows what about. What in the hell have you been doing behind my back, Mr. Harrison?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

He looked up from his desk. "In civilized countries, it is customary to wait to be invited before barging into someone else's space," he said with a pointed look. "Why don't you try that again?" And he went back to the paper he was reading, ignoring her.

She fumed, but stepped outside again, closed the door, and knocked. "Come in," came the muffled response from the other side. She angrily turned the knob and pushed in, glaring at the man behind the desk.

"Oh, hello, Alanna," he said beaming. "What a nice surprise! I wasn't expecting you today. Please, have a seat," he invited.

The office was small; he wasn't fully tenured, yet. The desk took up most of the space, leaving just enough room for the door to open inwards in front of the desk, a bookshelf behind the door and another one in the corner behind him, and a four-foot space along the wall to the side of the desk, which was pushed up against the opposite wall.

Into that tight open corridor two visitor's chairs had been wedged, one in front of the desk and the other behind it, both placed with their backs against the wall. It only left a narrow space for one to walk around the desk from front to back. His open hand indicated the chair nearest him, and she sat. When he turned sideways in his swivel chair to face her angry scowl, they were even with each other, their knees almost touching.

He gazed calmly at her, clearly and openly enjoying this situation immensely. "So what brings you to see me, today?" he asked pleasantly. "I believe you mentioned that you had a question?"

 

[IntriguedLover]

Alanna huffed as she knew Bruce was being stubborn, but she obliged and walked out of his office before coming back in. She walked to one of the seats in the smallest office she has ever been in and took it as he said to.

"Yes, Mr. Harrison, I have a question.. Why in the hell do you find it pertinent to bother calling my father since you know how it's supposed to go through the proper channels, i.e. the Headmaster or Dean then my parents." she asked him as she crossed her legs, trying to keep as much distance from him as possible in this confined space.

She noticed that he was becoming flustered by her actions and her question. "What's wrong, Mr. H.. Don't like being confronted by a rich bitch?" She chuckled as she sat there attempting to intimidate him. "All I have to do is tell Mrs. Marsh and Mr. Calder that you went straight to my father about me instead of them.."

 

[BurningMonkey]

What a clueless twat she is, Bruce thought as she sat there trying to overawe him with her sexy, crossing her legs provocatively, leaning forward so her tight white top gapped open at the top showing large swaths of her copious cleavage, asking questions she thought would unnerve him. Oh, you have a lot to learn, he thought, and the thought gave him a savage pleasure.

"Oh, yes, your father...well, sorry to spoil your little dudgeon, sweetness, but he called me, not the other way 'round. Seems he's...concerned...about your academic progress here. He tried to get in touch with both Marsh and Calder, but they were unavailable. So he contacted me directly."

She sat back, deflated. He leaned forward. "And I think you should be thankful for that; had he been able to reach either Calder or Marsh, he would have heard things that would not have made him happy. You see, your performance here has been somewhat...substandard is the kindest way I think I can put it. In short, your academic performance sucks. And they know it, and they're only holding their hand from kicking your pretty little red-fuzzed cunt out of the program because I have assured them that I can bring your grades up."

 

[IntriguedLover]

'And they know it, and they're only holding their hand from kicking your pretty little red-fuzzed cunt out of the program because I have assured them that I can bring your grades up.'

Ohh Alanna was now fuming because of his comment. "You listen here, I have been doing quite well for myself and I don't need some prick like you to tell me otherwise." She knew that he was getting annoyed by her attitude but she didn't care.

She adjusted herself in her seat before continuing, "And I hope you know, Mr. Harrison, that you will never get anywhere near my 'little red-fuzzed cunt' as you call it." She laughed as she stood up to start to leave but turned gasping because he had grabbed her by the arm. "Let go of me you fucker!"

 

[BurningMonkey]

Bruce had had enough of this superior-attitude, condescending, bimbo. "Sit down! We're not finished!" He roughly pulled her back and thrust her down again in the chair. White-hot rage forked from her eyes; if looks could burn, he would have been incinerated on the spot.

"I don't think you appreciate the situation, cunt" he spat. "Your father was quite frank about his thoughts on your situation. If you fail this program, you are cut off. Penniless. On the street, literally. The only thing that stands between now and selling your pussy on the corner to make enough to eat this week is ME. So be as spiteful as you wish, but know that if you walk out that door now you will be homeless within the week. Your father doesn't strike me as the sort of man who makes idle promises--or idle threats."

 

[IntriguedLover]

He had pulled her back into the seat so hard that her ass hurt from the pure force of it. "He's not one of idle threats, but I sure as hell know that you are, Mr. Harrison!" she spouted off hoping that he wouldn't touch her again. She listened as he explained how she could very well be without money if she didn't behave.

"What do you want from me? I do my tasks, I participate in the debates that you provide students to take part in, I even turn in my reports and studies on time." She was trying her hardest not to let him see her start to tear up. Even though they'd be bitter tears, he did not deserve to see her in that manner.

Her mind instantly shot to the thought that he might want sexual favors from her to keep quiet. "You want me to blow you so you'll let me go to my other classes?" She really didn't want to blow this man, but if it let her get away from him for the time being, she really didn't care. She had had enough of his talk and wanted to leave his office but was truly scared that he would have her expelled if she didn't do as he wanted her to.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Oh, more than that, Alanna. More than that..." He spoke quietly, but there was a gleam of triumph in his eyes. 'You see, I've talked to Steve and Jason," he mentioned two of the male students that she'd been having write her papers. "They're in another class of mine. And I know what you've rewarded them with--lap dances, handjobs, blowjobs...

"But I want more than that," he said, starting to unbuckle his pants. "I want to fuck you until you can't stand up straight. And I want you to come back to this office every day so I can fuck you again. And again. Until I've decided I've had enough. And that might take weeks, you know? The semester's only half over...

He finished unbuckling and unzipping his pants and shucked them down his thighs along with his underwear, leaving his rampant erection standing tall and swaying slightly, the shaft already shiny with a small trickle of precum. "But we can start with a nice, slow, blowjob. That would be good."

He beckoned her across the intervening space, his other hand gripping the base of his cock.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Alanna tried pushing him away and found she was in quite a struggle. She watched helplessly as he forced his cock onto her. She had no other choice but to take it into her mouth. God he tasted awful! It's as if he hadn't showered in that particular area for a week.

"Mmmph," she moaned attempting to gasp for air because the gag reflex from the nastiness of it was causing her to lose focus on her breathing through her nose. Soon as she worked him in and out of her mouth, the saliva worked down the smell and taste so she was better able to handle him. "What have I gotten myself into?"

 

[BurningMonkey]

He grabbed two handfuls of her hair on either side of her head and began ramming her face up and down the length of his stiff shaft. "Oh, yeah!" he gasped, "that's right; take it all, you useless bitch! You rich, holier-than-thou whore! Gag on it! Choke on it!"

His eyes were blazing with both anger and lust. "You cunts walk around with your daddy's money and think you can crook your finger and get anything you want," and he thrust upwards into her throat again. "Well, you can't! You're useless for anything but a sperm depository! Suck it! Suck it, you stupid cumslut bimbo!"a

Again and again he shoved his cock as deep into her mouth and throat as it would go, rapidly, savagely, his balls slapping against her chin on every thrust. He could feel it building, building--and then he was there.

With a low shout he pushed himself in deeply and held her head there, his muscles quivering and shaking as he emptied his load deep inside her. Her hands were grappling at his wrists, trying to loosen his grip, but he didn't relent until he'd spent every ounce of energy as the wave of orgasm rolled over him.

Finally he released her head, sagging back into the chair. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she sucked in deep lungfuls of air, face red. He opened his eyes to see her there, on her knees, looking punished and abused.

"Now lick it clean," he said, grabbing a handful at the top of her head and pulling her mouth close so she could do as ordered.

 

[IntriguedLover]

God! If it wasn't his cock that tasted awful, his cum was worse! As he thrust his hips into her face, she was still struggling to breathe as he came down her throat. She was on the verge of puking until she felt him release her hair as he sat down, allowing her to breathe correctly. "N-n-no more," she begged. But he was unforgiving. "Gyaahh," she screamed out as he pulled on her red hair closer to his semi-erect cock. Now lick it clean

She didn't want to do anymore. Although he was hot for a 30-something guy, his cock was poorly maintained in the way of cleanness. She struggled to try to get away, but his grip on her head only pulled her in more until she was face to face with his monster again. Alanna looked up to him with a look begging to be let go, but he was unrelenting as he forced her down. She poked her tongue out of her mouth and began licking it, shivers sent down her spine as she was tasting him again, his cock slowly coming back to life as she cleaned him of his seed.