The professor neared her and whispered erotically, “Relax, Lia. Enjoy yourself. I know I will.” With that pointed barb, he moved away, slapping the ruler against his thigh, attracting her attention to his huge erection. It wasn’t possible, but she got even wetter thinking of his huge cock filling up her pussy as fully as a glove fit over a hand.
“Mr. Chelsee, I would like you to help Ms. Burns to the desk to lie down on her back. But—”
The dreaded last word, Lia thought apprehensively.
“But you will act as her armchair back.”
The room was so intensely silent Lia heard Sal swallow hard. “I knew I should have stayed home this morning,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the idea.
“What’s wrong, Mr. Chelsee? Are you afraid of a beautiful woman, or are you more afraid I’ll ask you to fuck her in front of the class? Can you even get it up, Mr. Chelsee?”
“What are you trying to do, Professor Harmon?” Sal flashed back, holding Lia’s arm tenderly. “Give your vast ego a boost it doesn’t need?”
The professor didn’t flinch. Lia suspected he enjoyed the attention and that his ego was the least of his problems. She tried to avert her eyes from his massive hard-on but failed.
“My ego, as you call it, doesn’t need a boost. Secondly, you’re here to learn your lessons, Mr. Chelsee. You signed the release papers, didn’t you?”
Sal grumbled something about he wouldn’t have if he’d known what hell this would be.
“What are you staring at?” the professor turned on Lia, a devilish glare appearing in his eyes. “Don’t worry one moment. I’ll have my turn at you.”
Lia grimaced. The man obviously knew how to torment her. A quick glance at her classmates told her the women would like a shot at the professor, too.
“First, you have to earn it,” Daniel told her in a curt voice. “Mr. Chelsee, please assist her onto the desk.”
“Nothing personal,” Sal murmured as he lifted her into his arms and onto the desk. The wood was cold against her ass, and she barely kept her balance by leaning forward slightly as Sal leaped up behind her and forced her to lean against his muscled chest—not half as muscled as the professor’s Lia guessed.
“Mr. Paul and Mr. Roberts,” Daniel called out.
The two men from opposite sides of the classroom sat forward, waiting for instructions. Paul’s face was lined by years in the brutal sunshine while Roberts seemed a few years older than the majority of his thirty-something classmates.
“I want you to treat the lady like fine china. Do you understand?”
They nodded eagerly. Lia suspected they’d already been through a few of Professor Harmon’s chemistry classes.
Within seconds, they stood in front of her, blocking her from the other classmates’ view.
“Stand on either side of Ms. Burns. One by one, lift her legs onto the edge of the desk and hold her ankles in place.”
“No!” Lia remonstrated. “That’s going too far.” She remembered signing the release papers back on Earth, her home away from home. The paperwork had read in legalese mumbo-jumbo that ‘everything goes’. Everything, she remembered with a hint of heart-pounding embarrassment.
The two men hesitated, turned towards the professor.
“You signed the release papers, Ms. Burns. I have them right here,” Daniel said, producing a sheaf of papers from who knew where. He strolled up to her, stepped between Paul and Roberts and leaned forward. His breath was warm on her face, causing her to tingle all over.
“When you signed, you agreed the professor gives the orders, not anyone in the class, or even yourself. Do you understand?”
She nodded as he slipped his hand around to the back of her head and unsnapped the rose-shaped barrette holding her hair in place. A mass of silky dark strands fell forward over her bare shoulders. Gently, he brushed her hair off her shoulders and over her back and moved away.
“Smells like a summer’s day filled with peaches and apricots,” Sal murmured audibly, sniffing her hair.
“Mr. Chelsee. Please keep your inane comments to yourself,” the professor barked.
Lia wanted to tell Sal that his quiet observation made her feel better about herself, but she said nothing, fearing the professor had a few more tricks up his sleeve than she really wanted to know.
“Gentlemen,” Daniel prompted, once again tapping the ruler against his thigh.
Lia couldn’t help but notice his massive cock straining against his jeans. Get a load of that sucker!
Watch yourself, Lia. Next thing you know he’ll be asking you to suck his cock and how long will that take? And how fired up will you get?
Gingerly, Paul lifted her ankle onto the desk and held her slim ankle. Roberts did the same.
Lia both feared and thrilled at what Daniel would demand next. He was so much more like a captor in a dreaded prison than a professor of chemistry.
“Spread her legs apart,” came the terse order.
Exactly as she’d considered. The two men pushed her knees apart and there she was, her pussy wide open for anyone and everyone to view at their leisure.
The professor stepped in front of her, blocking the class’ view of her weeping clit. Could a woman be more wide open to critical examination than she was? The only thing that covered her was her beaded thong and that didn’t hide a whole lot. Her creamy juices leaked out from her cunt and onto the desk.
“Enjoying this are you?” Daniel’s hand slid down the tender skin of her inner thigh towards her pussy. It didn’t take a whole lot of imagination to know what he was going to do.
Chapter Two
Daniel Harmon had been a student of human psychology for as long as he could remember. He liked girls. A lot. He knew exactly what their fantasies were. A good many of those fantasies included being bound and hot, mind-numbing sex. His education on the psychological and sexual aspects of women had proven right, time and again, and Outbay 33 was the perfect place to prove his theories. And to pleasure his students, especially the females. He never wanted to hurt them. Only to help them experience the pleasure they had been denied for long centuries.
Slapping the ruler against his thigh, he watched intently as Lia’s eyes widened and her alabaster cheeks brightened to a vivid pink at every movement the men around her made. The room already smelled of sex and flowery perfume with the lingering scent of cologne. None of which could hide the pheromones each of his students gave off. He ran his tongue over his lower lip and bit down with his upper teeth. He was enjoying himself immensely, and it had nothing to do with chemistry, yet everything to do with Lia.
He’d wanted her from the moment he’d first seen her, a little unsure of herself but pretending that the world was her oyster—which of course it was but strictly under his terms. Now Paul and Roberts held her ankles and pressed her thighs apart, and the only apparel barely covering her pussy was the beaded thong. Daniel knew he was no exception, but his dick was rock hard, harder than it had ever been. And he was the one orchestrating Lia’s pleasure. The entertaining thought gave him tiny goose bumps. Every student in his class was at his mercy. If they protested, then he had the right to expel them from school.
Lia tried to clamp her thighs together, but the men wouldn’t allow her. They wanted their degree more than they wanted anything else, and who would know back on Earth that their degrees had been conferred on them by Outbay 33, better known to those on Earth as Sweet Meadows Academy where a degree could be had in less than a year as compared to over four on Earth?
He kept his reserved façade even though he wanted to fuck Lia until she begged him to stop. “Take her bra off, Mr. Roberts,” he ordered in an affected, bored drawl.
Lia shook her head and put on a brave front. Her chin angled upwards even though her eyes were half-closed, the usual bedroom eyes. She had pretty eyes that he wanted staring at him in rapt fascination even as she came to a shuddering climax. She was very near the breaking point. Relieving her of her bra would proba
bly make her shudder in orgasmic intensity.
Sal reached in front of the naked woman, unclasped the sheer material and waited several long seconds before he moved the cups apart, revealing small breasts with huge cinnamon-brown aureoles. The straps rested lazily across her creamy shoulders. Of course, Sal had to pinch the tight buds lightly, and that put her over the edge.
Roberts and Paul held her thighs apart as she closed her eyes tight, writhed and moaned in ecstasy. Her lips parted and her chest thrust forward.
Daniel slid the ruler onto the flat of her stomach. Her skin, all over, was so smooth. Her eyes flashed open, seething, tumultuous emerald jewels.
“I never signed release papers for this,” she managed slowly.
“Did you forget to read the fine print?”
Essentially, the words in legalese read ‘anything goes’. Most people, whether they were seasoned businessmen or twenty-somethings starting out, never bothered with the fine print. Their mistake.
Daniel yearned to caress her breasts, to lean over and suck on those oh-so-perky nipples, rousing her to higher heights of pleasure, then he wanted to plunge his cock into her cunt and give her everything he had. He enjoyed sex fast and rough the first time. After that, he liked making slow, slow love to a woman’s body, bringing her to climax over and over again until she drifted off into contented sleep.
“I—” she protested.
He cut her off. “Ms. Burns, I have the right to do anything to you. Did you manage to read that part?”
The class broke out in an uneasy titter. This was their second day, nothing like the tame first one where he’d only asked chemistry questions, covertly assessing the strengths and weaknesses of each of his students. Most of them didn’t have much character. Lia was different. He enjoyed her smart replies. Enjoyed giving her what she really wanted. Plenty of attention, which she craved the same way a child hankered after sweet treats.
Lia took a shallow breath, her breasts rising and falling. “If I had known you’d be such a dictator, I’d never have signed up.”
“Is that right?” Daniel adjusted his cock to a somewhat more manageable position. Barely. He would have stripped of his clothes except he’d made it a personal policy never to indulge in classroom sex. It was his fourth year teaching chemistry, and he prided himself on keeping his policy.
“You haven’t seen the tiger side of me yet,” he pronounced and took pleasure in seeing her wince.
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered.
Daniel knew she wasn’t protesting because she didn’t find anything she was going through displeasing. No, she wanted a little more rough treatment. And so she’d get it.
Lia instantly sensed the change in the professor. From somewhat exasperating to outright menacing. He had the power to do anything he wanted to her. Anything. If only…
She couldn’t think along those lines. If she showed her sexual prowess in the classroom, he might take her to his bed in private. That was a gamble she’d have to take. She thrust her breasts out, stretching like a languid cat in the early morning sun on a sultry summer day. She’d make him go crazy for wanting her as the other men took liberties with her.
Daniel strolled around to the side of the desk, leaned over and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, “Are you ready for this treat?”
“You know that I give payback?” She kept her voice steady, muted as his was although she didn’t doubt the men surrounding her heard, too.
The professor’s eyebrows squirreled upwards. “Are you threatening me?”
Lia had no idea how he could feel threatened. She was the one whose hands were tied behind her back, was naked and had her thighs pried wide apart. “Not in the least, professor. I’m just saying that you won’t always have the upper hand.”
For some reason she didn’t understand, he gave a muffled grunt and backed away. “Gentlemen,” was all he said.
Lia sensed she’d been set up. Big time. And payback for the professor in her own good time was no longer the issue.
“You set me up,” she whispered, but he’d turned his back, probably to enjoy his moment of dominant triumph.
Her body ached for his, but all she would get was a simulation from men who weren’t anywhere as practised in arousing a woman as Professor Harmon was.
* * * *
Melissa, Lia’s one time friend, now turned enemy, looked on with avid interest. If only she were in Lia’s shoes. She would have paid Daniel for that position. The man was obviously besotted with her, probably because of her tiny waist and her long legs.
Melissa didn’t look anything like Lia. Melissa’s honey-blonde hair hardly reached her shoulders, and her breasts were far too large in her opinion. And she was taller by several inches than the other women in the class. Yet, she was good in bed. She made men weep for more and more sex even though they were visibly tuckered out. And here was Lia who was the lucky one who got all the attention. Melissa would have given anything to be in Lia’s shoes at the moment. Not shoes, maybe, but surrounded by three brawny men whose cocks bulged at their crotches, and who wanted to thrust them into Lia’s cunt.
She squirmed in her chair. The spy job she’d been assigned by her government was the hardest yet. Sex and spying went together the same way a hand slipped into a glove but not when you were in discomfort. Classroom rules forbade her to play with herself, but the longing inside her was rapidly spiralling out of control. Her fingers rested on her thigh near her pubic mound. Just a little lower and she could pretend she had an itch. Idly, she wondered what the punishment was for getting herself off—if she was caught. She’d only enrolled in classes to see others being ‘punished’. She prided herself on being a private type of woman and shivered that Lia used to be her best friend and knew that about her.
She remembered a time when Lia and she were lying on their stomachs on the sun-kissed beach in Miami back on Earth during college spring break, and they’d taken a liking to each other. That was before Lia started to steal Melissa’s boyfriends from under her nose.
The beach had been fairly deserted that day although a few runners sprinted by from time to time. Once an old granny type had strolled by. Lia had turned over on her back and remarked on how beautiful and isolated it was on the beach in Costa Rica. The next moment, she reached out and touched Melissa’s breast over the bikini top—royal blue, shirred in the middle with a shiny, silver jewel.
Lia laughed and asked if she’d ever made out with another woman. Melissa was horrified. “Another woman?”
Unruffled by her question and totally at ease, Lia stripped off her bikini. She was as beautiful as a goddess. Every bare inch of her was tanned a gorgeous bronze. Tiny beads of perspiration trickled down between her breasts, and her pubic hair was as fine as a baby chick’s down.
“Here, let me show you,” Lia said, helping Melissa to her feet.
“You want me to undress, too?” Melissa asked a tad nervously.
“Uh-huh. You would for Neil, wouldn’t you?”
Thinking about Neil, her current boyfriend, his strong biceps, his lean thighs, his tight ass and his long, heavy dick made Melissa’s mouth water. “Yeah.”
“You’re not shy with me, are you?”
“No, but I’ve never done it with, like, a female, you know.”
Lia made short work of Melissa’s sheer, black, one-piece swimsuit. For a moment, Melissa wanted to hide her pubic triangle under her hands, but Lia was her friend. Why be a prude?
Lia rounded her, unclasped the string of pearls from around her neck, came around and weighed them in her palm. “Are these the real thing?”
Melissa nodded. She came from a wealthy family. Nothing wrong with that.
The corners of Lia’s lips edged upwards in a tight smile. “That’s good. Why don’t you lie down on your back? Make yourself comfortable?”
The humid breeze from the ocean wafted over Melissa’s skin. “I don’t know—” she began to protest.
“I won’t hurt you,” Lia as
sured her.
Melissa laid down on her beach towel next to a bottle of sunscreen and a romance novel, her legs clamped tightly together. She’d heard about sex between women and didn’t care for the notion much.
“Edge your legs apart so I can sit between them,” Lia commanded, throwing her long hair back over her shoulders. The glare of the sun hid Lia’s expression. Melissa did as asked, and once again, the ocean breeze fanned her hot pussy.
“Wider, Mel, wider,” Lia urged, getting down on her knees and pushing Mel’s legs apart further. Almost like a gyno exam, Mel told herself. Lia slipped the pearls from one hand to the other as if measuring them. She placed her finger against Mel’s pubic mound then trailed the pad down between the skin of the outer lips covering her vagina.
“No, I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“Man, just relax. I promised not to hurt you.” Lia’s index finger edged into Mel’s pussy. “You are so tight. You gotta relax.”
“How can I when you’re sticking your finger up me?” Mel squirmed. Somehow the finger wasn’t invasive. She’d done it to herself a few times when she wanted a man but none was available. But another woman’s fingers felt different.
“Take a deep breath, and try to relax.”
Mel closed her eyes although all she could see was Lia’s face and her breasts jiggling which was, she decided, kind of erotic. The string of pearls jangled and rested next to her inflamed clit.
“This feel good, baby?”
Mel flashed open her eyes. “What are you going to do with those?”
“Roll them inside you. You’ll love it.”
“No, you won’t!”
It was futile to try to clamp her knees together. Lia was already doing her thing. One sun-warmed pearl slipped inside Mel’s cunt, rapidly followed by another and another and another until Mel’s pussy felt as full as if a man’s dick was lodged inside.
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