Uncharted waters(closed)

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It was a cold afternoon. Ethan Stark was in his office. He was a tall well built guy. He was in his late thirties. He was the head of the anthropology department at a reputed university. He was youngest department head in the history of the university. He was considered one of the best in his field. His peers respected him a lot.

Ethan was waiting for a female student. He caught her cheating during the exam which was taken last week. He warned her couple of times during the paper. She might be desperate and ignored his warnings, which pissed him. He went to the surveillance department of the university and fetched the video clipping of her cheating. Yes, there was a surveillance camera installed for this specific purpose. She might have known that.

Ethan knew the student for only a year. She had poor grades in his subject. She was struggling. He didn’t want to jeopardize her career. He just wanted her to accept the cheating. He might consider her plea for mercy if she surrendered herself.

Ethan was a control freak. He always wanted to control the situations. His peers feared him a lot. His decisions were considered as the laws in his department. That’s the reason he was offended by her cheating.

Ethan was holding his cell phone when the girl entered his office.

 

[Elise_Costello]

The day was almost over, and the air still somewhat warm for the spring. A light breeze as the sun was starting to hang low in the sky, but not chilly at all. Still, Dahlia Rivers found her insides feeling like ice shards and her skin raised in gooseflesh. It was bad--expulsion bad. The university took great pride in the integrity of it's students and in honesty with classwork and tests. It had been foolish at best, utterly stupid at worst to even attempt what she had. But it was the only thing really holding her back this year; she didn't even want to be in the class, but it was something her counselor had highly suggested she take. Said it would look good when she finished her degree and started to look for a career, and not just a part time to try to make tuition without having to subsist solely on ramen. 'I don't even know how it's supposed to really help if I'm going into accounting...What firm or business would be wondering about it so long as I understand the books and forming all the financial documents in a way that even the thickest CEO can understand at least most of it?'

She should have known that Professor Stark would've caught on. If her score alone wouldn't have been enough for suspicion, she hadn't been the most discreet. Of course, it wasn't like she had a lot of experience in cheating in her classes. Everything else she seemed to excel at, or at least pick up quick enough to slide by with at least a low B. But anthropology just didn't interest her in the least, and it was so difficult to find the will to put extra effort into the subject when she had a full load this semester, plus student council, the event planning committee and occasionally Accounting I tutoring some freshmen for a little side cash. 'I think your class is a waste of my time.' didn't sound like the best excuse for her behavior, however, and so she was going to go with the tried and true method; crying. She'd wormed her way out of two speeding tickets, three pointless group presentations and paying for a pizza by batting those thick lashes and shedding some crocodile tears. It wasn't something she was exactly proud of; it was a tool. A means to an end, to get what she wanted or needed. Honestly if the guys she'd done it to wouldn't have stood for it, she'd have just sucked it up. But it worked. So why stop?

As she headed to the building where Mr. Stark's office was located, her jacket pocket buzzed, the girl pausing at the door. Her stomach knotted as she reached inside to retrieve the device, but quickly dissipated into mild disdain and relief as she saw it was just Cameron. A hard line formed from her lips as she glanced at the half-chub dick pic and the txt bubble underneath it.

Dr. Dick is real loney babe. U comin over tonight?

Frustrated, she swiped the message on her home screen and unlocked it with her thumbprint before quickly replying. I told you I had a meeting with a professor. Maybe tomorrow. And I said no more pics. The message sent and she turned her phone to silent before sliding it back into her pocket. With a heavy sigh, Dal tried to remember why the fuck she was wasting time with the guy. He was by far one of the dumber guys she'd fooled around with, conversations limited to hockey, parties he went to with his frat buddies, and emotionally he was a little less functional than a collie. And the sex...Was some times almost good. Almost. But he had money, and he wasn't afraid to spend it on her. If they were at least dating, it had felt less like being a personal prostitute, she supposed. But the more time she spent 'getting to know him' she almost wished she just let him buy her books and gas money when her part time job cut her hours so she could study and only see him when he wanted her on her back. Less tedious than trying to get through a 'date' with him, his ideal usually just pizza beer and sports games before whipping it out and asking if she wanted dessert. 'God. Don't think about it. Just don't think about it.'

No, she had bigger concerns as her ankle boots clacked against the tile floor, her ash gray skirt with pale pink flowers and a gray lace tank under her black wrap around jacket tightly wound about her middle. The door loomed ahead of her, her perfectly french manicured nails glinting in the dim fluorescent light as she reached for the handle. 'It's gonna be okay. Just sound genuine, think of that really sad scene in UP! and let him crumble enough to let it go. Then find somebody whose actually passing this fucking class Monday to copy notes off of from now on.' Pulling open the door, Dahlia made her way over to the chair across from the intimidating man as he sat, phone in hand. Already she felt tense as she tried not to fidget. "Good afternoon, Professor. You wanted to speak to me about the test last weak?"

 

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“Good morning, miss Rivers, you might have guessed the purpose of our meeting.” He observed her reactions.

“I warned you during the exam about your unpleasant activities, but you ignored them. I had a reputation of the university to protect so I done some forensic research which includes examination of some surveillance footage.” He stopped for a moment and rose from his comfortable chair.

He handed over his cell phone to her. It was on video mode. A video of her, sneaking into others papers and asking questions to others, was playing. There was a triumph on his face. A victorious smile was there. He knew he got her. He always likes it when someone is uncomfortable in his presence. He likes to make people uncomfortable. He gains a sadistic pleasure from it.

“So as you can see in this little clip, you were involved in some unethical activities. I wanted a full explanation of your illicit activity and a confession too.” He firmly said to her.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had expected to be presented with the evidence, but the professor moving closer made her just that more tense. With him on the other side of the desk it felt like an unspoken but obvious buffer. 'Well, here goes nothing.' As the video played, Dal knot her eyebrows and bowed her head, trying to look as distraught as possible. By the time the video ended, the girl's shoulders shook as she buried her face in her hands, careful to not cover her mouth too much. "I'm sorry, Professor, I-I--I shouldn't have done it, but I need to not fail this class! I have so much on my p-plate and I just--it's made keeping up in your class so hard." It wasn't untrue, and for the most part it was pretty much how she felt. Her lack of desire to do so not-withstanding. "I'm so sorry, please don't tell the Dean! I promise I'll never do it again. And I'll do better in your class!" Dahlia lifted her head to look at Mr. Stark, her eyes puffy and pink as she wiped at the tears running down her cheek, a sniffle added here and there.

 

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Ethan was expecting her drama. He had seen it all. A crying girl is always a kryptonite for most men, but Ethan was immune from that. He didn’t even try to soothe her. He stood there like a rock watching her. He wasn’t showing any emotions on the face. He knew she was faking it all.

Ethan was different in many ways. He had an analytical mind which hardly affected by outer situations. He could stay cold and calculative in most of the adverse circumstances. So a crying girl in his office wasn’t a huge deal for him. He sighed and shook his head.

“Miss Rivers, I am going to report you to the dean next morning. You can explain your situation to him. I wish I could help you in this matter.” His voice was lacking the empathy needed to convince his last statement. He could help her, but he didn’t want to.

 

[Elise_Costello]

For some reason, Mr. Stark wasn't responding to her ruse--at all. If anything, he wasn't only unaffected, but aware it was an act. That alone left Dahlia not knowing what to do, his next statement a threat that made her blood run cold. Panic. This was panic; it wasn't something she, a young woman who always had a plan, was used to. It made her desperate to keep the three years of hard work from going to waste. Her hand shot out to his forearm without thinking. "No! Wait--okay, look." Dahlia's voice wasn't thick from emotion, the tears instantly stopped as she was all but on her feet from the rush of adrenaline from fear. If he told the Dean...'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Why did she take this god damn class in the first place?!

But Dal was resourceful and she knew the professor had to be semi reasonable. "Okay, I'm sorry. That...was stupid and a really lame way to try and get out of this, just...just hear me out. Please?" He had to be willing to help work something out with her that wasn't possibly getting her kicked out. Maybe she could do some student aide work or--or some sort of 'community service' to make up for this infracture. It wasn't like she did this sort of thing before! "I've got the rest of this semester and then one more year before I graduate. You can check my record, I don't--I don't cheat or fail classes. I just...anthropology isn't something I have a particular passion for, I guess. But it was suggested I take it and so I did. Maybe it was a mistake, but I'm sure it's one I can amend. Can we just work something out? Please--I'm begging you; I can't get kicked out. This could ruin my entire future." The statement seemed to be finally sinking in as Dahlia felt her hands shaking. She actually felt like crying for real, but she did what she could to push it down as she released the grip on his arm and stepped back. "Surely you're reasonable and I'm willing and capable so--can we find a better solution? I'll consider almost anything, just--just, please, I don't want to get expelled. I've work so hard to get here...I can't let it go to waste, Mr. Stark." Her eyes were determined, her jaw set. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. She couldnt.

 

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Ethan was expecting her surrender. He wasn’t sure about what should he do to her plea? Normally, he didn’t care about his students, but on that day, he was thinking something else.

A few days ago, the computer system of the library had been hacked. All the data about the books had been lost. Many departments’ literature was erased due to this cyber-attack. Anthropology department was one of them. The physical books were there, but you can’t find them in the huge library. The library staff was doing their best to sort everything out, but they were under staffed and the dean was favoring science faculties over any other departments. The library staff was instructed to give preference to science faculties for their reconstruction of the system.

Ethan wanted to present a paper in the annual anthropology conference. He had one month to prepare everything. His data were lost in the cyber-attack. He had to prepare everything from scratch. He requested the dean to give him an assistant for this mammoth task, but his plea was rejected.

Ethan didn’t want to take a favor from a student. He was thinking about hiring an assistant using his own salary. So her surrender was kind of blessing for him. He made a decision to use her as his assistant.

“Miss rivers, there’s a thing you can do for me. I need an assistant to complete some important work. I want you to assist me. You have to spend a couple of hours with me after the classes. I’ll give you some salary too. You can’t say no. We’ll start the work tomorrow.” He instructed her with a commanding voice.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had almost expected the professor to turn her away and let her live with the consequences after her stunt, but when he made an offer she literally couldn't refuse, sayin no was not even a thought. Her chest felt like it had been unwound as she nodded and tried to breathe. "Thank you--really, I appreciate it so much, Mr. Stark. I will move around all of my after school activities for the next month if you need. You won't regret this!" Not to mention the money would be nice, no matter the amount. With a sigh of relief, the girl adjusted her backpack over her shoulder and drew out her phone to get her planner app out. She had forgotten Cameron's convo was still pulled up on her phone, the picture of his genitals sitting conspicuously on a decent portion of the screen.

Her cheeks flushed as she grit her teeth, quickly pressing Home to drop the app down. She hasn't held her phone that low right? The professor surely didn't catch a glimpse. And even so, she didn't let the thoughts slow her. "So I assume I'll start immediately, correct? What time should I meet you after classes tomorrow? And will it be at your office or your classroom?" Her schedule app was open, her fingers ready to move around her previous engagements to put in this new venture.

 

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Ethan did see the dick picture that appeared for a brief moment on her mobile screen. He smiled and rolled his eyes. ‘So that’s the thing, which is filling her pussy lately,’ He thought. He immediately regretted his thought. He never saw his students as sexual objects. He never crossed the line with his students, not even mentally.

Ethan noticed she immediately opened her planner app to put the picture in the background. That amused him a bit. He didn’t want to comment on the picture. He did like to make her uncomfortable though.

“That thing on your phone is quite impressive. I hope it’s also effective too,” he addressed her with a suggestive smile.”I am talking about your planner app,” he added with a mischievous grin.

“We’ll start tomorrow. We’ll work at the library or in my office. You should meet me here, immediately after the classes,” he instructed her.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Her eyes had gone wide at his comment, her palms instantly clammy. The tone and his smile made her almost certain. Her heart thudded in terror in her chest at the thought of him seeing the pic Cam had sent, but a second later he clarified himself and made her feel like an idiot for getting so worked up. Even briefly. Dal shook her head and nodded as he told her when and where, her fingers tapping on the screen and adding the new event. She closed the app and clicked the power button when she finished, sliding the device back into her pocket. Her fingers shook slightly from the scare earlier.

"Thank you, Mr. Stark. You really won't regret this! I promise I'll be the best assistant ever. Capable and timely and if it's a spreadsheet I've got that stuff on lock. I'll see you tomorrow, sir." She nodded and quickly made her way towards the door, not stopping to glance back. Her body needed a second to collect itself but she didn't allow herself pause until she was on the other side of the build doors. Back pressed firmly against the cool metal and glass, Dahlia let out a long shaky breath and laid her head back. 'Omg, that was awful. How can he be so fucking intimidating when he didn't even do anything?' There was something about being in a room alone with him that had set her nerves off. It was like fear, worry, and...excitement? No--no that wasn't the right word. It couldn't be. Fear, surprises gave you a start and it kicked in fight or flight. Adrenaline made you feel all sorts of things. Yeah, that was it.

Dahlia let out a startled yelp as she felt her phone vibrate, pulling her from her thoughts as she began to make her way to her dorm. She took out her phone to see another message from Cameron, asking if she was done and if she wanted to stop by for a 'little fun'. "Fuck off, you god damn dumbass with your stupid prick!" She growled quietly at her phone, sending a much nicer reply to say she was too tired. Cameron was not somebody she liked to deal with very much at the best of times, and this was far, far from that.

The walk to her dorm was quick, the air growing mildly colder as she clacked her way down the path and to the dorms on the far side of campus. Most people were already inside studying or out having dinner at the cafe before it closed for the night. Only a few faces lining the halls, people she didn't register mentally as she waved and said hi without thinking. Her mind was preoccupied...The night had her almost in a fog, so caught up in the day's events. How close she had come to losing everything. It made her cold, a fear she hadn't thought could be real until now. She had really fucked up. God, she'd fucked up! If Mr. Stark hadn't shown her some grain of pity, she'd have likely been packing up her things to go home and live out the rest of her life working jobs where she had a nametag pinned to her shirt. A tremor passed over her shoulders at the thought.

But that was not what had happened. She was given a chance to prove herself, to show that she wasn't some undeserving liar and cheat who had made it through this far on anything but her own skill and hard work. Like most everything in her life, Dal had every intention to throw herself completely into this. Give her all and show that she was not only capable, but resourceful. She'd find a study partner, get her grades up in his class and make a little bit of money on the side with the work he offered her. That had been one of the most unexpected things, but she needed the money so bad she hadn't dare even question. It was the only area in her life right now where she was really lacking, if she didn't include Cam and his funds.

"Fuck, I need to sleep. I'm gonna be so busy tomorrow, and who knows what all he'll want me to help with or how long it will take..." She had heard that there had been some trouble with the library and some of the online book systems, and a part of her was almost certain this was related. And if so, that would possibly mean spending hours scanning in pages after page of the textbooks to re-update the online book program. And god, she hated having to scan in her essays to make PDFs for her English professor freshman year. But Mr. Stark wouldn't hear her complain, that was for damn sure.

Dal undressed and showered and brushed her teeth after a light dinner. She skimmed a few pages of the required reading for her World History class due next Monday before she started to feel tired and went to bed. To her surprise, sleep did not come as quickly as it usually did. The day still stuck in her mind. She had never had a man tell her 'no' like the Professor had today. Any time she batted her lashes or broke out the tears, they had all been just putty in her hands. It was something she had loved when she'd first discovered it, and thought it was what she wanted ever since. But something about the stern look on his face when he had simply shrugged her act off...it wouldn't get out of her head, even as she felt sleep finally visit her...

~~~

The next morning Dahlia woke up and dressed, grabbing a granola bar and an orange for a meager breakfast as she headed to class. The day moved by pretty quickly, the only thing of note being Cam showing up after her third period to try to get her to fuck him during lunch. It was so hard not to just roll her eyes and laugh him off, how immature and needy he could be. 'Does he not have hands and a phone?' But he was cute, and when he was in person and could run his hands along her hips and give her hungry kisses on her neck it was harder to remember how big of a dipshit manchild he was. "Please, baby?" His voice was like silk when he was like this, when he just felt so desperate for her touch. Deep down she knew it wasn't about her in the slightest when he pushed her up against the wall in the hallway outside the cafe, the line of trees blocking them from view. Her resolve still stood, but it was quickly crumbling as she felt him slide his hand up her thin blouse, pushing up under her bra as his mouth sucked on the spot between her shoulder and the base of her neck.

"Cam, I h-have to eat and get to class...I barely had breakfast." It wasn't untrue but it was a flimsy excuse, really. He could sense her starting to waver, his fingers pinching her soft little nub as it started to harden with his efforts. His other hand moved along her hip, gripping it tightly as he pressed against her.

"I'll buy you lunch--fuck, babe, I'll buy you lunch and dinner and dessert later if you're still hungry after this fat cock." It took everything in her to keep from laughing at his stupid line, but her stomach growled at the mention of real food. Not just snacks. When he bought her meals, they were from restaurants and not just the cafe or the mini mart a block from campus. And more than that...she could use a bit of release. The whole stress over this cheating thing had her so tense, maybe having a bit of fun wouldn't hurt...

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"Yeah, yeah baby you like that? You like it when I put it in you real good?" Dahlia closed her eyes, trying hard to block out Cam's voice, her hands gripping the edge of the bed as he bent her over. Her skirt was flipped up over her back, exposing her carefully kept nether region and porcelain cheeks. Dal preferred to be able to take off all her clothes when they fooled around, but time was of the essence and she was not going to risk being late to classes after everything. "Yeah, big boy. Give it to me," She half-heartedly muttered in response.

Cam had one hand firmly on her right hip, the other wound in her hair as he viciously slammed into her from behind. His grunts and groans filled the room obnoxiously. It was too late now, but she should have taken up his offer of some music while they did it; hearing his unseemly sex noises always made it hard for her to climax. "Ahhg, I--I'm close, babe. Fuuuck." Dahlia's eyes shot open. It had barely been five minutes, how could he already be close?!

"W-wait, I'm still not there y-yet. Just--can you hold it just a little m--"

Before she could finish speaking she felt his body stiffen, both of his hands going to grip her hips as he gave two final pumps, the throbbing inside her telling her what happened even before he did. "I'm coming, babe, fuuuck! Fuuuuhhhhck. Mmm. Oh fuck..." The feeling pushed her closer to the edge, but not enough as she felt him already softening as he pulled out. Her face was flushed and her body aching as she turned to see him taking off the condom, sweat running down his face. He looked like he had run a marathon. 'A five fucking minute marathon...' There was silence between then as she stared at him incredulously, her panties still around her knees and her slit in desperate need of full satisfaction. But a minute passed and Cam hadn't said or done anything else as he sat back in the chair, a big stupid grin on his face. Finally she cleared her throat and got his attention.

"What babe?" For a long moment Dal just raised her eyebrows, almost certain he couldn't be that dense.

"Uhm...could you maybe...I dunno, help me finish?" He knit his eyebrows at her request.

"I thought you came, too. We always do it together, right? Feel of me releasing my load always gets you there." He looked so proud, so sure of the fact despite Dal never having said anything like that at any time, ever. But she was hungry and lunch was going to be over soon enough. He was only really good with his hands when he needed to get off. Afterwards he was all but useless.

"Nevermind, I think I'm good. Let's go get lunch real fast okay?" Cam nodded and zipped up his pants, moving to give Dal a kiss on her forehead after she righted her own clothes and ran her fingers through her hair. He asked her where she wanted to go as they grabbed their jackets and bags and headed back out of her dorm. The drive was relatively quiet, aside from Cameron rambling on about the game last night and Kevin getting a new sound system for the frat parties. At least the food would help her ignore the burning ache left inside her from getting almost to completion. Again...

~~~

The last class of the day finished and Dahlia quickly made her way towards the building with Mr. Stark's office, shuffling her notes into her bag as she made her way to save time. Her body still felt unable to relax after lunch today, everything a frayed wire as she dropped several of her notes halfway to the building. "God damn it!" She bent and picked them up, this time making sure not to be speed-walking and trying to reorganize her bag. The last thing she needed was to somehow tick him off by being late or something. Who knew how much of a temper he had, or how quickly he might change his mind about the whole thing. It was a terrifying prospect but Dal was fifty percent sure she was just mentally trying to sabotage herself at the thought. She had everything sorted by the time she was pulling open his office door. "Good afternoon, Mr. Stark. I wasn't sure if I needed anything, so I only have my bag and some extra notebooks and highlighters."

 

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Ethan was watching her ass when she left his office. ‘She has a great ass,’ again his mind wandered in the inappropriate direction. He never had thoughts like that about his female students. He was surprised by his own thought process. ‘It must be her submission that aroused me,’ he thought. His assumption was right.

Ethan remembered someone from his past, who had a great ass like that. She was his ex-wife Sarah. They had a divorce a year ago. He remembered the reason, why they had a divorce. His mind filled with the bitter thoughts. He wasn’t expecting to dwell on the sad thoughts.

In personal life, Ethan was a lonely guy. He was born in a small town. He had a terrible childhood. He had an abusive father. He was beaten regularly by him. His mother ran away with her son to protect him from the father. She raised him single-handedly. He always considered himself as a broken piece. His childhood trauma inspired him to academic success. He got his PhD at a very young age. He always thought his childhood is responsible for his dark character.

Ethan was a very demanding person. He was an absolute control freak. Therefore, he couldn’t maintain a relationship. The women were throwing them self to him because of his good looks, but they walked out when he tried to control their life. The only woman who lasted with him was Sarah. They dated for a year and then got married. But it was a mistake. Their marriage lasted only for a year. She was a regular girl who wanted a vanilla lifestyle, but there was nothing vanilla about Ethan. He was a dominant personality with many fetishes. They were terribly mismatched. She couldn’t bear the pressure and walked out of the marriage.

The thoughts from his past made Ethan sad. He quickly gathered his thoughts and left the office.

Ethan reached at his apartment after midnight. He spent some time at a local bar. He was half drunk when he reached at his apartment. He ate something from the fridge that he couldn’t remember. He took a shower. The shower made him sober so he indulged himself into his favorite activity-reading. He fell asleep with a book in his hand.

Next morning, Ethan reached early at the office because he had to get some work done in the library. He was putting extra hours of work because of the disaster happened in the library. He was hoping that the girl would show up in his office in the evening so he could take an extra hour of sleep next day.
Ethan took his regular classes in the afternoon and reached at his office. His mind was occupied with the thoughts about his paper. He completely forgot about the girl. He was examining some research papers when he heard her voice.

“Oh, yes, Miss Rivers, I forgot that you are going to assist me from today. Please, take a seat,” he formally told her.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia was slightly surprised that Mr. Stark had forgotten he'd asked her to assist him after classes. It was literally the only thing between her staying in college and being expelled, though--it was perhaps far more important to her than it was to him. Still, she thought it odd from what she had come to expect from the Professor. Nodding, Dal moved to take the seat across from him at his desk, setting her bag in her lap. He looked...exhausted. There were faint dark circles under his eyes; Dal knew enough from her all-nighters to study or finish term papers to know what it looked like.

But she figured commenting on it was ill-advised at best, so instead she ignored it. "So, what will we be doing today, in the library I believe you said?" She hoped it was tedious and methodical; after the sexual let down today she just needed to keep herself distracted until she could go home and handle herself.

 

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Ethan was happy because she came to rescue him from the tedious task of rebuilding the data of whole Anthropology department. He smiled at her and told her, “Yes, Miss. Rivers, your guess is right. We are going to work in the library. Come with me.”

Ethan stood up and started walking towards the library. It was a separate building, a few yards away from the main university building. His walk was quick. He knew she might be running behind him. He smiled because his goal of making her uncomfortable was achieved once again.

When they reached at the library, it was completely empty. Not even regular staff was there. They took an early leave because of the weekend. Ethan had the keys so he would be the last one to leave. He didn’t have much social life out of his work so he didn’t mind putting some extra hours in the work.

Ethan sat near the desk which had a main computer. He looked into the system and told her, “Okay, Miss. Rivers, it’s time to start our work. The Anthropology section was very last from the right. You have to find these books and scan their pages. It’s around five hundred pages per book. I know it’s a lot of work. I am going to check the list of books which are left for the scanning. You can find a scanner and a computer on the desk near the section. It’s very secluded part of the library so if you got scared, call my name.”

Ethan smiled after his last remark. He was really happy after a long time. He handed a list of books to her.

 

[Elise_Costello]

There was no time for any niceties or questions as Mr. Stark charged out of the room after telling her where they were headed. And luckily so, as Dal was not wearing proper scurrying attire by any means. Not to mention the feel of her panties wedging between her legs when she tried to keep up was only worsening her tense condition. By the time she caught up and reached the library doors, her hands were shaking and her face red from more than just the exertion of running. It made it a struggle to hear exactly what it was he wanted her to do as she watched his mouth move but the sound of her blood rushing drowned out his voice.

Luckily as he handed her the list, she knew enough to know how the book scanning system worked. She had guessed as much that this would be what he'd be having her do, anyway. In-depth instruction wasn't necessary after he told her what section and she had the list. "Yes sir, will do." She mumbled tersely, quickly shuffling to the secluded area to find a table set-up with the scanning equipment. Dal dropped her bag on the corner, looking over the list quickly. Most of the letters were nearly blurring together in her current state, her arms shaking in slight as she made her way to find an armful of books on the list. They slammed loudly on the desk as she dropped them from her grasp, plopping down in the chair and turning on the scanner and the computer. The hum of the machine filled the silence, her carefully painted and trimmed nails tapping on the table top as she organized the books by their order on the list, making small check boxes by the titles to tick off once she finished scanning them. She'd rip out her fucking hair if she lost track and ended up scanning the same ones down the line several times...

The minutes turned into an hour, the stirring in her loins not going away as she ran the scanner over the pages, already nearly done with one book. Thankfully they had upgraded from the shittier models two years ago. Those used to take almost thirty seconds per page--scanning a 500 page book would take so long, let alone the whole Anthropology department. 'God this is tedious but somehow not fucking tedious enough...' Her body just wouldn't be ignored, no matter how much she bit her lip and crossed and uncrossed her legs. The dampness and ache between her legs was not going to be ignored and Dahlia knew she was going to lose her mind if she didn't take care of it--at least a little. Enough to get her past that first edge, that simple release to free her from this Hell that useless shit Cam had left her in. Glancing around, she heard no voices, no footsteps in any of the isles. It was pretty late on a Friday, the library usually closed by now. Odds were whoever usually closed up had spoken with Mr. Stark about his need to handle his department's digital copy issue and just let him have the keys or the number to call when he was finished so they could lock up.

'So there's nobody to worry about stumbling across me...And if I'm quick. Just don't make a lot of noise...' She couldn't believe she was considering it. It was so far removed from something she would normally do, so irresponsible and wrong. That thought only made her squirm just that much more however, a surprise to her as well. 'I'm just so fucking riled up, everything is setting me off. That's not weird.' She didn't want to think too hard about it--or anything--as she slid her phone from her pocket and opened the lock screen, glancing around just one last time before opening a private browser in the web app and searching the most recent porn video she had watched on it. Having to look at porn on her phone to deal with herself was anything but new; honestly, she couldn't recall the last time Cam had made her orgasm like she could on her own. If at all. For somebody who did it so often, sometimes several times a day when they had those rares times neither was busy with a billion things, his stamina was nonexistent. Dal told herself it made it all more bearable if fucking him was at least quick, but at the same time it left her so unsatisfied. So unfulfilled and feeling cheaper when she didn't even get sexual enjoyment out of actual sex...

Pushing away those sad, severe thoughts, Dal focused instead on the creampie compilation that had loaded up, making sure the volume was muted. Normally she liked to listen to it on very quietly, the sound of a sloppy pussy being fucked or really convincing porn moans definitely helpful for getting her there. With one final glance behind her, Dal quickly slid her skirt up enough to reach her panties, a wet spot already slick on the front. She pressed her fingers against her clit, the material of her underwear just thick enough to add that friction that made that knot form quicker than just her fingers. Had she been home, she had a few small toys that made things move much faster; they had been smart investments worth every penny after realizing how little Cam ever really cared to do for her sexually. But she was already so hot and bothered she figured it wouldn't take all that long, her breathing slowly growing quicker and heavier as she stifled her gentle moans. The scenes of glistening pink slits being filled, gooey cum dribbling down their folds and their faces so red and their smiles so wide, the throbbing and tightening of a cock releasing its seed...it was definitely doing what it was meant to as she felt her knees starting to shake, her body tensing as she started to feel that rising tide building inside her.

By now she had her fingers under her panties, pumping in and out of her dripping hole as she flicked her clit with her thumb fervently. She was all but silently gasping, her eyes closed as she leaned her head back and spread her legs so she could delve just a bit deeper, curling her fingertips against her g-spot. She was so close! She could feel it just about to hit--and then she felt eyes on her. That sixth sense that had probably developed in humans over so many centuries as a survival mechanism, probably something she could have learned if she were paying any attention to the books she was supposed to be scanning and not fingering herself. Her eyes were wide, caught red-handed as the Professor stood just a few feet from her. She swallowed hard, her mind racing for words but none coming for the longest time. A shiver ran over her, her body screaming for release as she tried to think of what the fuck to do.

"M-mr. Stark! I--I uh...i-it's not w-what it looks like! I c-can e-e-explain--"

She started to try and excuse what she had been doing, but her phone was still clutched in one hand, the screen likely having been visible as she was lost in her self-pleasuring, hand still jammed down her panties under the table. All he had to to was step forward and a little more to the right and she wouldn't be able to deny it. Clear as day, the glistening feminine juices had nearly soaked her panties and most of her left hand by now. There was a desperate part of her that wanted to shout at him to just turn around so she could finish because she had been dying all day for release. Another that wanted to jump out a window and run and just quit school and go work at a Dollar Tree or something demeaning. And another that wasn't so much scared at being caught as...aroused. Surely her body was misinterpreting the adrenaline again.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan started his work of making list of books that should be scanned when she walked away. There was screen to his right which had been connected to every CC-TV cameras in the library. He could see her doing her work in the top right corner of the screen. He clicked on the screen and zoomed in. He just wanted to keep an eye on her.

Ethan was finalizing the list when he accidentally glanced at the screen. He was stunned by the live pictures on the screen. Miss. Rivers was watching something on her mobile. He zoomed in. He could see the video playing on the phone. It was a porn video showing a cream pie up close. Her free hand was under her skirt. It was obvious. ‘Is she out of her mind? Why the hell was she masturbating in the library? Didn’t she know about the cameras?' He was angry.

Ethan did a strange thing first. He had an administrator’s password. He logged into the admin account and turned the cameras off. He was surprised by his own action. Why the hell he was protecting her? He didn’t have an answer for that.

After a moment, Ethan realized he wanted to watch her. The cameras were turned off so he could make her uncomfortable by interrupting her activity.

Ethan rushed to the Anthropology section. He was surprised that she didn’t even hear his footsteps. He stood a few yards away from her. The scene before him was arousing. She was sitting on a chair. Her legs were spread. Her skirt was tugged up around her waist. The fabric of her panties was stretched aside by her moving fingers. Her thumb was working furiously on her clit. Her fingers were exerting some pussy juice with every outward stroke. He could see a trail of her pussy juice to her ass hole. She was moaning with pleasure. Her eyes were closed.

Ethan’s decision, to stop her, was changed within seconds by her moaning. His cock was trying to break the barrier of his pants. He just wanted to watch her in that position.
Ethan smiled at her when she realized she was caught. He didn’t hesitate a bit. He came close to her and told her, “Please, continue Miss. Rivers, I don’t mind watching you. You are doing great. I’ll provide some help if you need any.”

Ethan’s desires were shattering his resolve. His ethics said, he should not engage in any kind of sexual activities with his students, but spread legs and a wet pussy were not helping his cause.

Ethan took a chair and sat near her. He put his hands on her thighs. He started caressing the soft skin of her bare thighs.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had been expecting a lot of things; yelling. Disappointment. Disgust maybe. Anger. Being caught not only not doing the work he had so generously offered to pay her for wasn't good. But slacking off to finger herself? He had already threatened to turn her in for cheating--she could only imagine how much worse he would do in response to this. To her surprise, he was not furious, or chastising. No, he seemed eager. Encouraging as he moved to sit beside her and his hands grazed her thighs. That sent her into action, her mind snapping to attention. Within moments she had pulled her fingers from her panties, wiping them along the inside of her skirt before shoving his hands off her. "What the hell Professor?!" She exclaimed, scooting her chair back. This should have been the part where she grabbed her bag and just bolted. Gone straight to the Dean or something and told somebody Mr. Stark had been inappropriate towards her. This was sexual harassment right?

But her feet wouldn't move. She was pretty sure she wasn't okay with his...was it an advance? Her brain was still not fully functioning, cheeks flushed and legs still quaking. What was he doing? What the hell was she doing?! What did he mean 'he'd provide help'? 'No! That--that doesn't matter, it's not okay! He's a teacher! He shouldn't be...touching me or offering to do anything!' So why wasn't she running now? Why couldn't she find the will to just reach over, grab her stuff, and get as far from him as possible? "W-what the fuck do you thinking you're trying to do?" She tried to sound stern, angry. But her juices soaked her panties and only reminded her she was still in need, her body aching. Her voice trembled on her words.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan was expecting her to run away, but she didn’t. She didn’t even stand up. She just stayed there. She tried to register her protest, her voice lacked the conviction. He knew that.

“Well, I am going to help you achieve your orgasm and you are going to let me do it. You don’t have a choice here. I still have your video so do as I order otherwise you will be in a lot of troubles. You also didn’t realize that every inch of this library is under surveillance. Your little act just recorded. If you want me to delete that, do as I say. Now put your hands behind your neck and spread your legs. No matter what happens, do not move your hands,” Ethan told her in a commanding voice.

Ethan looked in her eyes. He moved his hands further up on her thighs. He was enjoying the softness of her bare skin.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia was deer in the headlights as she listened to the threat, to the edge in Mr. Stark's tone as he told her exactly what he was going to do. A part of her had never been so scared; this man had so much against her. With a simple email he could destroy her life. 'I...don't have a choice.' That was what she told herself, but there was a shiver running up her spine at the hungry look in his eyes. Dal felt her breath catch as his hands moved over her skin. She bit her lip to keep a desperate moan from escaping. It was so beyond fucked up, breaking so many rules, what was happening. But there was no denying that it was happening as she moved her arms up and laced her fingers together, resting them behind her head. Her body shook. From fear. From need. She didn't...she didn't want to do this. But he was making her--he wasn't giving her an option to say no...right? Even if she ran, he had evidence. He had her cheating, her touching herself. He had all the power. With a deep breath, Dahlia moved her knees apart, her legs spread open.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan watched her like a lion watching his prey. Her surrender aroused him. The thought that, he could do anything to her, made him happy.

Ethan’s hands were caressing her thighs. His fingers were exploring her inner thigh. Her spread legs were helping his cause. His fingers brushed her soaked panties couple of time. He was watching her reactions. He moved his hands to her hips and squeezed her outer hips. His hands returned quickly to the base of her inner thighs.

Ethan’s left hand stopped on the base of her inner thigh and held the flesh roughly. His right hand didn’t stop. His fingers started touching her panties lightly. He observed her reaction when his fingers touched her covered pussy.

Ethan tightened the grip of his left hand and stretched her wet panties aside. His two parallel fingers rubbed her wet pussy. He was surprised by the wetness. He could sense his fingers were getting socked with every rub.

Ethan entered his two crooked fingers in her pussy and commanded, “Don’t move.”

Her body tensed as his fingers entered her tight wet pussy. There wasn’t any resistance. Her tight pussy was more than ready. Her pussy walls clinched his fingers and produced some more pussy juice.

“Oh, look at you. You are soaking wet and ready to cum around my fingers. You should be ashamed of yourself. Your body is betraying you, Miss. Rivers. Your pussy walls tried to grip my fingers. Do you really want my fingers to stay there?” he told her with a sensual voice.

Then with a swift movement, Ethan pulled out his wet fingers and put them in front her mouth. He ordered her, “Taste your love juice, Miss. Rivers.”

 

[Elise_Costello]

There was a tug of war happening with Dahlia's emotions as Mr. Stark gripped and grazed her thighs. His fingers brushing against her aching sex made her eyes tear up, feeling trapped and helpless. But when he pulled her panties enough to expose her slit and slid two fingers inside her, she couldn't stop the moan it pulled from her lips. Her eyes closed, body tending at the feel. She was already so close, and his fingertips teased her g-spot with every movement. It felt...so good. Dal couldn't recall the last time Cam had made any attempts to finish her with his hands after he came but she didn't. And when he had, his efforts had been clumsy and erratic. Shoving his three fingers in and out as fast as he could; he'd nearly bruised her outer lips from his knuckles being positioned poorly when he'd pistoned so furiously, and she had faked her orgasm to get him to just stop doing it.

But the Prfessor seemed to know exactly how her cunt needed to be touched, her hole already wet but his fingers easily making her womanly fluids dribble down his hand. Dahlia could feel her orgasm quickly approaching, no thought to the situation, to how she should of been fighting against him or attempting to make her body not respond to his assault. But...but god she needed release! Most of today she had been left to dry by Cam's selfish dick. His lackluster sexual skills usually left her wanting--and not in the good way. A few tears rolled down her cheeks as her moans grew louder, more fevered as she leaned her head back and felt her body moving down in the chair some so she could lean her hips back and allow better access to her slit.

A whimper sounded as he withdrew his fingers, knowing she was surely just moments from cumming. Her breaths were but gaspy whines as she opened her eyes and s protest formed on her tongue. She wanted to beg him to not stop--the idea making a part of her shocked and horrified. How could she be liking this? Her teacher was blackmailing her into letting him sexually assault her! So why was the absence of his fingers suddenly making her want to beg him to keep going. She needed release, but...was it so badly that she was acting like she wanted it so much?

Dal didn't think as she opened her mouth to suck the glistening off Mr. Stark's fingers, moaning around the taste of her tangy juices. She didn't want to try and process what was happening. She wanted to cum. Right now she just needed the Professor to finish what her useless boyfriend had started during lunch. Her stomach was tightened in a knot, her orgasm roiling inside and waiting to be released. Her whole body felt like a ball of string wound too tightly as he pulled his fingers from her lips. "P-please...I n-need to--to finish." Tears rolled down her cheeks at hearing herself beg for this, the sane and reasonable part of her so ashamed. But her body trembled in anticipation and need. It didn't want him to stop--it needed him to make her cum before she lost her mind damn it!

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan could almost feel her emotional dilemma. He saw tears rolling on her face. He knew she wasn’t in any pain. Her mental confusion was the cause behind her tears. A part of her was ashamed of herself for the surrender, while the other wicked part was enjoying his touches.

Ethan was delighted when she obediently sucked his fingers. She even tried to hold his fingers a bit long in her mouth. A moan escaped from her mouth as he withdrew his fingers.

Ethan knew she was going to beg for the release. He resumed his frustrating slow rubbing of her pussy with his right hand. She gave her better access by moving her pelvis forward. His thumb searched for her clit. He found it and started rubbing it with his thumb.

Ethan knew she would love to guide his fingers. That’s why he had given order to fix her hands behind the back of her neck. It might be very frustrating for her. She couldn’t grab anything. She was on his mercy. It was like fingering her with her hands tied behind her back.

Ethan entered his fingers in her tight wet pussy again. His thumb was furiously rubbing her clit. His fingers also started fucking her wet pussy. He realized she was trying to meet every inward thrust. The to and fro movement of his fingers was tantalizingly slow.

“Cum for me, Miss. Rivers, cum for me like a slut,” he told her in a husky voice.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had never felt this before. Even alone, with the toys she'd had over the years to try and achieve sexual pleasure like this. None of her boyfriends could make her writhe and pant like Mr. Stark was right now, working her starving cunt so expertly. Every thrust of his fingers inside her was powerful, measured. He was pacing out the time before he let her orgasm. He controlled her body with his touch--of this there was no doubt as the poor girl was nearly sobbing with need. Everything was so intense as she bucked her hips against the onslaught. Her face was bright red, tears streaming and her lips parting with every gasp, every moan and whimper. It was so difficult to keep her hands behind her head, wanting to just grab his hand and ride it. To take control of the speed, to not have to wait for him to release her.

But finally she heard him breathe permission. He said the words to set her free as he quickened his pace just enough, his thumb going wild on her clit as he curled his fingers violently against her g-spot. She had never been called a slut before. But somehow hearing the word directed at her was the last little push she needed. With an almost pained cry Dal felt her whole body shudder, and she leaned forward to press her face against his shoulder, muffling her egregious screams, as the ripples of fire and lightning bubbled from inside her. Her cunt spasmed around his fingers as a tiny flood of her juices trickled down over his fingers. Tears of relief rolled down her skin as she felt like she could finally breathe for the first time today.

It was a short-lived sensation, this brief bliss, before Dal realized fully again what had just happened. Surreal as it seemed, there was no denying reality as she stared down at those manly hands on her, his fingers inside her. Her fluids running over his hand and not the chair. Shame and terror came flooding in as she came to, her breath catching in one more whimper of fading pleasure as she watched him pull his fingers free of her messy hole, glistening trails clinging to them. This was wrong. This wasn't okay. He was her professor! He was older and possibly married and she had a boyfriend! Her shoulders were shaking as she felt the blood rushing past her ears. This wasn't okay. She had to leave.

"So w-will you erase the footage now?" Her voice was small eyes looking anywhere but his as she did her best to fix her clothes, to try and hide her shame. As much as she felt like she wanted to burst in to tears and run away screaming without a second thought, there was no small part of her that couldn't deny...she'd liked it. At least a little. Perhaps only on the basest of physical levels. Mr. Stark finger-fucking her had given her the best orgasm she had ever felt so far. It was terrifying. It was astounding. It was confusing and right now she just wanted to finish wit the books and go. To think.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan realized she put her head on his shoulder to support her trembling body. Her hands were still behind the back of her neck. ‘She obeyed my order,’ he thought. The thought brought a smile on his face. Her vaginal walls started milking his fingers as her orgasm hit her. He stopped his moving fingers and thumb. He buried his fingers deep in her wet pussy as her orgasm progressed. Her pussy walls were clinching and releasing his fingers.

Ethan held her shuddering body with his free hand. He heard her muffled screams. Her whole body was shuddering. He stayed there with her like a solid rock supporting her. He could smell her perfume. An urge of kissing her neck surfaced in him, but he resisted.

Ethan removed his fingers as she came back from the height of her pleasure. Her face was a mess. There was a light stain of her lipstick on his shirt. He observed his fingers. They were wet with her juice. He wiped his fingers on her mouth and smeared her own love juice on her lips.

“I’ll definitely erase the library footage, but I will not erase the footage in my phone. I also turned off the cameras as I came to watch you so you don’t have to worry about our little adventure. You may leave now. Come to my office on Monday at our regular time. We have a pile of work to do,” he answered her question and got up from his chair.

 

[Elise_Costello]

Dahlia had only been speaking about the library footage as she tasted her lady cum on her lips. For a second, she hadn't even recalled the cheating footage. She hadn't thought about why they were even here, in this situation. Her chest was hollow and her throat felt like sandpaper as she nodded in response to his words. There was nothing left to say, which was fine by Dal. If anything it was the best outcome as she didn't know if she could form words as she waited until she couldn't hear the professor's footsteps and quickly threw all of her stuff in her bag and bolted. The books were left strewn on the table, the scanning equipment still on. She didn't care; right now she didn't fucking care about the books or the task or anything else. She needed to go home. To be in her bed--to wake up and this have been some weird, confused dream...

But even when she felt the silence and safety of her dorm around her, everything was still the same. Mr. Stark had caught her trying to deal with herself and he'd instead did it for her. A gasp filled her lungs as she covered her mouth with her hands, back pressed against the door as her legs gave out. 'How is this real? How did I let this happen? How the fuck could he do that to me?!' Hurt, shame, disgust--there was a slew of emotions hitting her like a wave as she pulled her legs to her chest and buried her face against her knees. She couldn't breathe. The room was filled with air but her lungs just wouldn't work as she replayed everything that had happened that day.

Her pocket buzzed, making her yelp in surprise, as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. It made her stomach knot as she pulled out her phone and saw Cameron trying to call her. 'Oh God...' She hadn't thought about him--about them. Not only had she been sexual in some nature with a teacher, she'd done it while having a boyfriend. As much as Cameron had flaws, she knew he'd never cheat on her. That had been the one quality above all the other sub-par ones that at least kept her feeling secure in their relationship. Secure enough to stay, despite all the shitty parts of it. At least for now. She didn't want to speak to him right now. She didn't want him to possibly hear the guilt in her voice.

Sorry was helping out the professor for the extra credit. I'm just really tired. Raincheck?

It was such a lame excuse. It wasn't completely untrue, though. Running her hands through her hair, Dahlia found that she had to resist the urge to just start yanking handfuls out. 'No. I can't. Not right now. Maybe tomorrow...' For now she just wanted to shower, and sleep. Maybe things would be...not today, tomorrow. That at least might do some good.

~~~

Saturday morning started with a loud banging at her door. Her eyes groggily opened, sun already streaming through the window. Despite her heavy thoughts, she had still slept soundly. She glanced at the clock to see she'd slept way past noon; it was unusual for her, even on a weekend. And she didn't even feel groggy from oversleeping. In fact she didn't feel like there was an ounce of tension in her body...Her stomach knotted, knowing what the cause most likely was. She just wasn't going to think about that right now.

Slipping into a large t-shirt over her bra and panties, Dal moved to answer the door. To her surprise, Cam was standing there with two large takeout bags of food. "Man, you must really be worn out, babe; when the hell was the last time you slept in? Don't you have work or tutoring or like...a billion things to do?"

Her lips pursed, already feeling uncomfortable. Cam had given her no reason to feel that way, but she was scared that he'd notice she wasn't being herself and acting strangely and somehow figure it out. 'Why am I scared? I didn't do anything wrong. Mr. Stark...forced himself on me. He was the one putting his hands in me. I just...I couldn't do anything. I was blackmailed.' If anything, she could just tell him what happened. Tell him she was a victim, that Mr. Stark took advantage of her and planned to possible do it again for all she knew. Go to the Dean or--or hell, the police...But there was a part of her brain that knew that didn't all add up in that story. She could've run. Even if he had shown the footage, she could've told them what he'd told her to do to make him get rid of the evidence. At the very least she'd have gotten in way less trouble and he wouldn't have been able to do anything else to her. But she hadn't. She hadn't even tried...because...

Cameron pushed past her and moved to drop the food off on the small table near the door that basically functioned as the study/eating/coffee/computer table. It smelled like Chinese takeout, something Dal hadn't had in a long time.

"I figured you'd be too tired to go to the cafe, and with all the extra work you're gonna be doing for that professor, you probably need to make sure you don't skimp on meals." Dahlia felt her chest constrict. Why was he being so fucking nice? Where was this the other day when he just wanted to cum and leave her--'Stop. Just stop doing that.' Dal nodded and smiled as best she could, it not meeting her eyes as she moved to open the bags.

"Thanks--I'm definitely starving. But I will only be helping out on weekdays after class for a few hours. I was too tired to go deal with the cafe, though. Thanks." Cam moved to put his arms around her waist, giving her a peck on the forehead.

"Sure thing, babe." She let out her breath, resting her head against his before she felt his hands wandering a bit. "And y'know...since I'm already here and you're already half-naked..." Dal wanted to roll her eyes, but managed to keep to just closing them. This made more sense, him suddenly showing up and treating her. He wasn't just doing it purely to be sweet and thoughtful. Even still, she didn't have much room to feel all that jaded after her after school activities yesterday.

"Cam, I'm not really feeling like it today..." She hoped he'd just take her no and not try to 'get her in the mood' like he often did when he was sure she just needed some convincing. Luckily he seemed to be able to sense she just wasn't into it when he sighed and kisses her gently on her shoulder.

"Fine. Maybe we can fool around later if you feel up to it since you have the day mostly free? Is that what you were saying earlier?" Dal went through her mental schedule, slightly hoping there was maybe something definite and solid to give her time to be alone. Or away from Cam while she was still just...processing. But there wasn't anything she could think of this weekend. And honestly, she felt kinda like she owed him after she let somebody else stick their fingers in her. Maybe just spending some time with him would help her feel less like garbage.

~~~

Cameron was mouthing the words to the song playing, the clacking of the plastic guitar controller pretty loud near her face as he stood up and really got into it. The flatscreen tv in the living room of the Alpha Theta Kappa frat house was blaring White Wedding as the two played Rockband I on the Xbox 360. After brunch one of Cam's fraternity brothers had told him most everybody was going to be busy with prep for one of the sorority parties being thrown that night, leaving the house practically empty. Though she hadn't really wanted to go anywhere, the frat house was pretty nice and if it wasn't going to be chock full of rowdy loud guys, what the hell. She didn't mind playing some video games and letting Cam be a twelve year old over it for a couple of hours, though them being the only two in the house quickly lead to him not really caring much about the game.

It it didn't take long at all before she could feel his hands slipping under her loose floral blouse when it was her turn to do a song, the note streaks turning into the mess-up sounds of her not hitting the buttons at the right time as he toyed with her nipples. She'd been lazy and gone bra-less, which made it all the easier for him to get at her sensitive nubs. Normally that was enough to start setting her off down below, but it seemed her cunt had been satisfied pretty fucking well as she barely felt herself getting wet. Cam's hot breath rolled over her neck, making her hairs stand on end. Suddenly his lips were on her shoulder and the screen was flashing with the LOSE screen.

"Tch, well shit babe. Maybe you've been playing too long. We could always take a break...do something else for a little while." His voice was husky, thick with need. With desire. She could feel it in his hands as they squeezed her breasts, moving along her stomach and grabbing her hip. He knew she went crazy when he'd grip her hips just right, with all the passion and hunger he had. Almost enough to leave bruises, though he was always careful not to squeeze too tight--of course, Dal felt like it wouldn't be the worst thing if he held just a bit tighter. Hurt her just...just a bit.

"Mh, Cam you're insatiable...and w-we're in the living room. Any of your frat brothers walk through, and they'll catch us." He nipped at her earlobe, squeezing and gripping her a bit more firmly. It made her moan softly, despite her attempts to try and focus on starting another song.

"Then we'll go upstairs. Or to the other room; you liked it that one time we did it on the pool table right? You had felt-burn on your back for like three days but I haven't heard you moan like that any other time..." Dal felt her face growing flush at the thought. Yes, that had definitely been probably the best time they'd screwed. It wasn't mind-blowing or earth-shattering by a long shot, but the feel of the felt against her skin as he thrust into her, the sound of her skin squeaking against the wood on the edge when he slammed her hard enough to shift her whole body forward just a bit...

She bit her lip, pressing her backside against his lap, feeling him already fully hard. 'Oh fuck it...He brought Chinese and he didn't make me use the controller and be bass.' She stood and started heading to the other room, the sound of Cameron's excited steps close behind as they entered the wide, empty games room. There was a dart board on the right wall and another smaller tv with some bean bags in the left corner. But the only thing she cared about was he big pool table in the very center. She wasted no time is stripping off her clothes as Cam did the same, his hands all over her and his lips in between the removal of each garment. It took them only moments before he helped lift her into the table, the texture of the felt almost itchy against her back as he leaned over her and she felt him rub against her slit. She was slightly wet as he gently pushed the tip against her folds, just a moment before she pushed her hands against his chest to halt him.

"Wait--where's the rubber?" Cam sighed softly, almost as though he had been hoping she would've forgotten. Turning around he grabbed his shorts and phished one out from his pocket and began to unwrap and roll it onto his erection. While she took birth control, it was more than just not wanting to chance getting pregnant. Honestly the idea of having to deal with the mess he would leave, of him filling her didn't sound appealing. The idea of being creamed was--but she didn't want it to be him. He already made her semi hesitant about letting him fuck her with the way he spoke and grunted and heaved when he came with a condon on...

~~~

Half an hour later she was pulling her clothes back on, Cameron tossing the used condom in the nearby trash bin and lounging in the armchair near the pool table with an almost stupid grin on his face. Dahlia had at least managed to cum this time, but it wasn't...it hadn't been the same. Not like last night, when her entire body had been wound up and then pulled loose. It was definitely better than the during-lunch-quick-fuck that had left her burning and with no hope of being doused by her spent boyfie. But she didn't scream. It didn't make her body ripple with pleasure and fire consume her from the inside out. Listening to him grunt and tell her how tight her pussy was, how good she felt and how hard he was going to give it to her had made it far less pleasurable than it could've been.

As he walked her back to her dorm, Dal had felt the night was far colder than it had been before. Cameron talked but she only nodded, not really even listening. He didn't seem to notice as he dropped her off and left with a tender kiss. Normally she would've been upset that he couldn't see she wasn't okay. That she was dealing with something. That he never fucking bothered to ask about that sort of thing, even remotely. But she was just thankful when he was gone and she was alone and it was quiet...

Because the whole time he'd been on top of her, all she could picture when she shut her eyes was Mr. Stark's face, his gaze so intent and mesmerized when he had been making her orgasm like she had never done before. The sound of his voice commanding her when she was allowed to cum. Something about how he had taken control and given her exactly what she needed, what her body had been beyond desperate for...it was all she could think about that night. And when Sunday came around and she sat through another dull student council meeting and pretended to listen to people discussing the printer costs possibly being too high and if they should try to find more ways to go digital where possible. Dal was all but on autopilot through most of everything she did, even when Cam came over to drop off dinner and she gave him a quick beej so he'd get tired and leave early.

It was why Sunday night, as she laid in bed awake and staring at the darkening ceiling, she knew what she was going to do about all this...

~~~

The alarm on her phone rang out, catching her attention as she stared at the sidewalk. She was sitting on the bench, waiting. Her last period had let out half an hour early, and she'd decided to just mentally prepare herself for what she knew she had to do. What she wanted to do. Maybe wanted wasn't quite the right word, but she definitely had a choice. It was...immature to try and pretend otherwise. She was making the choice with every step towards that door.

Without bothering to knock, Dahlia inhaled sharply and pushed it open, stepping into the office and closing it loudly behind her.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stark. What is it you need me to help you with today? Are we going back to the library?" This time he hadn't forgotten she was coming; in fact, he looked like he had expected it. That it wasn't the surprise Dal felt like it was to herself as she moved to sit down across from the older man.

 

[extreme_hetro_sex]

Ethan stayed in the library after Dahlia left. He deleted the footage of her masturbation. There was a wicked smile on his face as he remembered his deeds. He closed the library and headed home.

Ethan was driving when a nagging guilty feeling started creeping into his mind. Slowly, he realized what he did to her was wrong. He was surprised by his own behavior. He never thought he could do that to his female student. He made a detour and took his car to his favorite bar.

Ethan was finishing his second drink when he realized, a woman, sitting a few feet away from him, was giving him a broad smile. It was an open invitation to have a conversation.

Normally, Ethan never paid any attention to these kind of invitations from attractive women in the bar. He was approached many times.

That day, Ethan was filled with guilt so he decided to have a conversation with the woman.

She was an attractive woman in her early thirties. She had blond hair and a sparkling face. She was friendly. She was a doctor and had a busy schedule for a month. She was enjoying her first free time after a month. They started talking about their professions. They both were very passionate about their respective professions and they both were very lonely.

Ethan realized the sex was on the table because she wanted to have some fun. He suggested that he can drop her home. She agreed with a suggestive smile. He knew by experience what might happen next.

After a few minutes, Ethan was driving her home. She made the first move and caressed his thigh. He smiled and put her hand on his covered erection. She started giving him a blow job. He stopped the car in a deserted place and they moved to the back seat of the car….

******

Next morning, Ethan woke up in an unfamiliar apartment. A beautiful naked woman from last night was sleeping next to him. She had a perfect body and a satisfactory smile on her face. The erotic memories of last night were starting to emerge in his mind. He had definitely worn her out. One time in the car and two more times in her bed, he couldn’t believe he fucked her three times. She came multiple times around his dick. The last round was rough and nasty. He could see some bite marks on his right arm. There were some bruises on her beautiful full breasts. Her orgasmic cry was still echoing in his ears. They were like two hungry animals, who tried to fulfill their sexual needs. It was rough and nasty.

Ethan got dressed and left her apartment. He reached home at eleven in the morning. He completed his regular day to day work.

The thoughts of Dahlia were occupying his mind the whole day. The guilt for his unprofessional act was gone and replaced by the renewed lust. He wanted to tease her. He wanted to control her sexually. A definite plan took form in his mind. He knew what he wanted to do to her.

******
On the Monday afternoon, Ethan was waiting for her in his office. He beamed a smile when she entered the office.

“Good afternoon, Miss Rivers. No, today, we’ll work from here. I made some work arrangements for you,” he pointed to a new desk. “There’s a scanner and other necessary equipment for your needs. And there are no cameras in my office so you can fulfill your other needs too,” he completed his sentence with a mischievous smile.