Literotic asexstories – The Professor by wildirsh1215,wildirsh1215
1.
Amelia tossed her bag on the bed and looked around the tiny room. She sighed as she placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. The room was like a prison cell: one small twin size bed with a worn looking blanket and one pillow, a desk with a statue of the Virgin Mother looking lovingly down at the Holy Bible in front of her and an uncomfortable-looking chair to sit at. There was one small window that could not be opened on the same side as the bed. She noticed two doors to her right and walked to the one closest to the bed. It was an extremely small closet which already had two uniforms hanging up. These would be her prison clothes for the next four years, or however long she would be forced to stay in this hell hole. Behind the other door was a small bathroom: a toilet, sink, and a stand up shower hardly big enough for someone to turn around in. She was happy that she at least got her own bathroom and didn’t need to share a community shower with the other girls here.
She sighed as she walked the three steps it took back to the bed and picked up the schedule, thinking for a brief second how it was her mother even found this place. She scoffed at the thought; her mother had probably planned to send her here no matter what and she used what she had seen as the excuse to make it all Amelia’s fault. As she shook those thoughts from her head, there was a knock on the open door. Amelia turned to see a girl standing in the doorway, her arms folded across her chest.
“You might want to get your uniform on before one of the nuns sees you.”
“I just got here.”
“I know, they don’t care.”
The girl walked further into the room and stuck out her hand. Amelia took it and the girl smiled, “I’m Bev. I’m the one who is supposed to be in charge of this dorm when Sister Kate isn’t around.”
“Amelia. What do you do to be in charge?”
Bev laughed and shook her head, “I’m basically supposed to snitch girls out for not following the rules but I don’t give a damn what you do. This is my last year, and I’m out.”
“What are the rules?”
“You will learn them at orientation. Just know that I don’t care but the girls who are here because they want to be will snitch in a heartbeat and you never know when Sister Kate is going to pop up. So just be careful. Also, my room is that one.”
Bev pointed to the door diagonally across from Amelia’s room.
“If you have a question just knock but as you will learn there isn’t a lot of time for socializing around here and the nuns hate to see it.”
Amelia nodded and sighed, thinking that this place was going to be worse than she thought.
“Oh and two more things, since they won’t tell you at the meeting: They will make you give them your phone. They will put an app on there so they can track all of your activity. So, don’t think you can text whoever and whatever you want. And if you brought your own computer, kiss it goodbye. They will issue you a laptop and that will be the only one you can use. They won’t give you the password to the wi-fi or anything. Again so they can monitor what you’re doing.”
Amelia rolled her eyes. This place had to be worse than prison, “are there cameras in the room as well?”
Bev laughed and shook her head, “thankfully no but, boy, I bet they wished they could do that. Okay, you need to change. I will walk with you to orientation. They make everyone go.”
As they walked to the chapel set in the middle of buildings meant for housing and classes, Amelia looked around. The grounds were pretty and well kept with gardens and well manicured trees along with outside spaces to sit. She looked at the girls. Some wore looks on their faces to show how unhappy they were to be here. Others looked elated to be here, wearing the white veil over their head and simple black habit indicating that they were novice nuns. She also noticed other older people scurrying with wheeled carts behind them. She pointed to them and asked Bev, “who are those people?”
“Professors.”
Amelia looked at Bev confused and she laughed, “not all the professors here are priests and nuns. They really only teach our mandatory theology classes. The rest of the professors are regular people.”
Amelia nodded and her eyes swept the other way. She almost tripped as they landed on a man talking to a priest. Her body had an instant reaction when she saw him. He stood, looking down at the priest intently as he spoke. A cup of coffee in one hand and packets of papers in the other. She couldn’t see his features very well from where she was but the way he looked at the priest and the way he stood caught her attention immediately.
“Who’s that?” she took her eyes away from the men and looked at Bev.
“That’s Monsignor Bryne.”
“No, not him, the other one.”
Bev looked again, “Oh! That’s Professor Thomas. I’ve never had him so I don’t know much about him at all. I have heard his classes are really tough though.”
Amelia nodded and looked over at the two men again before going into the chapel. Bev pointed to the left, “since you’re new you will be over there.”
Amelia smiled and nodded then went to find a seat. She said, “hi,” to a couple of girls around her. They gave her the cursory nod and smile but nothing else. She sighed thinking that it was going to be difficult making friends here with so many of the girls hating the fact that they were here. She didn’t want to be here, either, but a friend or two would make the experience better.
She drew her attention to the Monsignor as he walked up to the podium. He welcomed everyone new and congratulated the ones that would be graduating this year. Then his tone turned serious as he began going down a list of rules that all girls would follow. Most of them were pretty obvious, especially if you had been in catholic schools your entire life like Amelia had, but some she thought were outrageous. All girls had to be in their rooms by 9 p.m., no exceptions, and whichever sister was assigned to that dorm would do a room check to make sure. He pointed out the obvious, that this campus was in the middle of nowhere and there was no leaving the grounds unless it was your turn to go into the city with the nuns to volunteer at different places. All girls had to volunteer. It was mandatory. All girls were also assigned a job that was to be done Monday through Friday. They would get their assigned job when they came up to get the rest of the things they would need. Each girl would go to her job after her classes were over for the day and stay there until dinner, which was served between 5:30 and 7:00. If you missed getting to the cafeteria on time you missed out on eating until the next morning. Afterwards, all students would have time to study, collect resources from the library, or go to the on-campus gym until it was time for everyone to be in their room.
Amelia sighed and shook her head as the list of rules continued. This really was like a prison and not a college at all. She got up and followed the other girls as they went to the front to collect books, their laptop, and their work assignments. She looked around to see if she could find Professor Thomas in the line of staff members but she didn’t see him. She collected her things and headed back to her room. The Monsignor had given them the day off to get acquainted with the campus but classes and work assignments started the next day.
She didn’t feel much like walking around but she figured she should probably figure out where everything was. She dropped her things off in her room and peeked in to see if Bev was in hers. She wasn’t, so Amelia went wandering around the campus on her own. She found the gym, cafeteria, library and the rooms and buildings her classes would be in. She had tossed the paper with her work assignment on her bed and forgot to grab it but she remembered what building it was and found that for tomorrow. The paper didn’t say what she would be doing just where she would be doing it. On her travels, she didn’t see many other girls and the ones she did see ignored her. She decided to go back to her room and wait the night out. Maybe as the girls got more familiar with their surroundings they would become friendlier.
Amelia hoped that Bree would stop by but she never did. At precisely 9, she watched as a nun walked by, looked in and without saying a word shut the door. The loneliness she had felt earlier in the day was getting worse and this was just the first day. How was she going to make it through the next four years?
2.
She got through the first day of classes and headed to the building where her assigned job was. As she came to the door, it was open but she couldn’t see into the room. She knocked and heard a male voice tell her to come in. When she rounded the corner, her face immediately flushed. Sitting at the desk was Professor Thomas; he hadn’t looked up from his computer screen yet and she was glad he hadn’t. Her body gave off an immediate reaction, not only had her cheeks flushed but she felt a small tremble run through her. She didn’t understand why she had such a quick response to him. He was handsome, tall and well built. His black hair cut close to his scalp with specks of gray at the temples. But it wasn’t really his looks that commanded her body to react to him. It was his presence. Even sitting at the desk, he gave off an in-control attitude. His presence demanded attention. He finally looked over at her and she immediately bowed her head and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Can I help you?” He at least didn’t sound mad. He sounded almost tickled at her standing there so idiotically. She felt so embarrassed which made her flush even more. She finally lifted just her eyes to look at him, “I’m sorry. I was assigned to work here.”
He smiled easily, “welcome. Do you have a name?”
She whispered to herself, “fuck.” Then realized he could hear her and flushed deeper, “yes, I’m sorry, it’s Amelia.”
He stood up and came around the desk. She was forced to lift her head so she could look at his face. Her short stature put the top of her head at his diaphragm. He stuck his hand out and she took it. He gazed down at her, “What a beautiful name.”
Amelia smiled, “thank you.”
There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place. The look made her feel both uncomfortable and intrigued at the same time.
He smiled again and the look left, “pleased to meet you, Amelia. I’m Thomas.”
“Nice to meet you Professor. What would you like for me to do?”
That look came back into his eyes for a brief moment before he swept his hand over the stacks of papers on his desk and two others in the room. He laughed, “as you see I’m not great at filing things away so start with that. Where the papers go are on a post-it on top. Just put them in the right place. I will be happy when this school finally switches from written essays to digital.”
She smiled and nodded, setting her things down on the couch as she got to work on the stack closest to the filing cabinet. He went back to his desk and they worked in silence. She would sometimes glance over to look at him, feeling that low tremble in her body every time she did. She could feel him looking at her sometimes and she wondered what he was thinking. She was glad her back was to him since her thoughts kept making her blush. She was finally able to calm herself enough to focus on the filing and jumped when he broke the silence, “it’s 5:30.”
“Oh okay. I hadn’t realized.”
He chuckled, “you seemed really focused on what you were doing.”
She smiled at him and shrugged, “I want to do a good job for you.”
He smiled back, “I’m sure you will but let’s stop for the night. They are serious about the time frame for dinner.”
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her things, wished Professor Thomas a good night and went to her dorm room.
Amelia woke up with a start. She felt herself throbbing; her pajama shorts soaked in the middle and fuzzy images of dreams of the professor touching her, kissing her, and eventually laying her down to insert himself into her. There was no way she was going to be able to focus on today like this. She shoved her hand between her legs and rubbed fast and hard. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to recreate the images of her dreams but she was already so needy that she came hard before she could think about anything. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm rocked her entire body. She laid there for a moment afterwards catching her breath before getting up and ready.
3.
The days seemed to drag on. The only thing Amelia had to look forward to was working in Professor Thomas’ office. If she was there she didn’t feel so alone or isolated. None of the girls really talked to each other unless they had to for class and Bev hadn’t spoken to her since the first day. Professor Thomas and her didn’t talk much; he was usually busy preparing but occasionally they did and she wished those times would never stop.
They had both been working silently when he stopped her and asked, “how are you adjusting to school, Amelia?”
She sighed and shook her head, “it’s fine.”
“Really?”
Amelia gave a sad smile, “it’s lonely here. I didn’t have too many friends before but I had them and here it seems like no one wants anything to do with anyone else.”
He nodded, “most aren’t happy to be here and it shows. Tell me about yourself.”
She furrowed her brow at his statement and sighed again, “there’s not much to tell. I’m not that interesting.”
He laughed, “well you must be somewhat interesting to have been placed here.”
She rolled her eyes, “it’s just another way for my mother to have complete control. But anyway, I’m an only child. My mother has dominated my life for the entirety of it. My father would rather be at work than at home so he doesn’t have to deal with her. He wouldn’t even fight for me after I got accepted into other colleges.”
“And she picked this place out for you for no reason?”
“She says there’s a reason. There was an “incident”, and she told me that my bad ways caused this. I think that she always wanted me to go here and she used what happened as a way to blame me.”
“What happened?”
Professor Thomas leaned more on his desk looking truly interested in what Amelia had done. She sighed again, not sure if she wanted to tell him what had happened. She looked down and played with her fingers. Her eyes moved back up when she heard Thomas get out of his chair. He came over to her and led her to the couch. He placed a hand on her knee and she took a deep breath in; his touch making her body react immediately. She couldn’t tell if he had noticed. He looked at her sincerely, “You can tell me. It’s okay. I’m not going to tell anyone else. Was it bad?”
His hand squeezed her knee. She took another breath and allowed her legs to separate a little. She still couldn’t tell what he was thinking; so she bowed her head and looked down at her fingers again, “it was embarrassing. And dumb on my part to think I could get away with it.”
She looked up at him and he nodded for her to continue. His hand had moved up slightly on her leg and he squeezed again. Her body trembled and she cleared her throat.
“I had a boyfriend.” She started.
“Did your mother know?”
Amelia laughed, “absolutely not. And I had done a great job at hiding that fact from her. One night she was going out for dinner with her friends. She said she would be home late and not to wait up for her. Dad was at work like always and as soon as she was gone I texted my boyfriend.”
Thomas’ fingers were slowly rubbing Amelia’s thigh; she couldn’t tell if he was doing this on purpose or not. She sighed again, “my boyfriend kept asking if he could come over since I was alone. I finally caved thinking that it would be fine. My mom would never find out. So he came over and we went to my bedroom.”
She paused again thinking about that night. She also wondered why she was so readily telling this man. She hadn’t told anyone else what happened. The way he looked at her and actually listened made her want to finally get it out.
Thomas squeezed her thigh again, “then what?”
“We started to, you know.”
“What? Say it.”
“We started kissing.”
Thomas’ face had a look of impatience.
She cleared her throat,, “then he took my shirt and skirt off so that I was in nothing but my bra and panties. He took his shirt off and moved me so that I was sitting on top of him. Our kissing continued, getting more heated then he laid me back and pressed himself against me. He was shimming my panties off when my mom came through the door and went completely crazy. She called me all kinds of names and actually hit my boyfriend. It was so embarrassing.”
“What did she call you?”
Amelia sighed, “slut, whore, prostitute things like that.”
“Did that hurt you?”
Thomas moved his hand up just a little further and Amelila’s body visibly shook. She saw a little smile come across his face. She wanted him to continue moving his hand and willed him to do so. She placed her hand on his thigh hoping that would be all he needed to continue.
Amelia rolled her eyes, “no. I knew she was saying them for effect. I know I’m not anything like that. I had only had sex once before and with the same guy. It would have only been our second time if mom hadn’t ruined it.”
“So you had only had sex once. Never with someone else?”
Amelia wondered about his line of questioning but continued, “Yes only one other time with the same guy. I had never had sex before or after. There was no way I could try after. The guy I was dating stopped talking to me and my mom kept me a prisoner in my room. It was easy since I had just graduated so I didn’t have school or anything. She even took my phone for a while so I couldn’t contact my friends. It was two days after that when she told me that I was coming here for college. She said she had called the school that I was accepted to and told them I wouldn’t be attending. She told me it was for my own good. That since I was a whore at least coming here would make it to where I couldn’t slut around.”
Amelia let out a low moan as Thomas moved his fingers closer to where she needed him to touch her.
“How do you feel about all that? Do you feel like it’s your fault?”
Amelia shook her head, “No, I don’t think I was doing anything wrong. I definitely wasn’t being a whore. It wasn’t like there were other guys waiting to bang me. It was just me and him. I felt bad for the guy but I was more angry with my mom for ruining things for me and sticking me here.”
He looked at her understandably, “that is frustrating to want something and not be able to get it.”
Amelia nodded and opened her legs more as his fingers inched closer. Her hand squeezed his thigh and she looked at him pleadingly. He moved his lips towards her ear and she sighed then pouted as he whispered, “it’s 5:30. Time to go.”
She looked at him surprisingly as he pulled back. He was once again unreadable. She didn’t understand what was happening. She said nothing. It was not in her nature to ask questions or voice what she wanted.
He stood up and her eyes went immediately to the bulge in his pants. She stared. Her breath quickening as her mind brought up imagery of things she could do to him and things she wanted him to do to her. He voiced again that it was time for her to go and she nodded, stood up and grabbed her backpack from the other end of the couch wishing that her skirt was just a little shorter so he could see how wet her panties had gotten. As she turned to leave, he grabbed her hand, “be good.” She looked at him confused but nodded.
His last two words played over and over in her head as she walked back to her room. She immediately changed, knowing that she wasn’t going to the dinner hall and her panties had become so uncomfortably wet that she couldn’t keep them on anymore. She sat at the desk still wondering what he had meant by, “be good.” She tried to distract herself with work but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She couldn’t stop thinking about what it may have felt like if he had allowed his fingers to begin to play with her and then eventually let him slip inside of her and have his way. Her fingers went to her extraordinarily wet pussy but the words, “be good,” came to her mind again and she sighed. She got up and took a shower to try and cool off.
4.
Amelia thought she would have the entire weekend to cool off since it was her turn to go into town and volunteer with the nuns but she was surprised to see Thomas sitting on the bus when she boarded. She felt her face instantly flush and the throbbing that had at least turned dull and easier to ignore ignite into a steady pulse. Amelia thought she saw a look of desire or lust on his face before he changed it back to that blank expression. The brief look he gave her caused her heart to quicken and she felt like she couldn’t breathe for a second. He gave her a slight nod before looking back at the book in his hand. She nodded back, though, he was no longer paying attention and went to find a seat as far away from him as possible.
At the shelter she had been given the job to hand out soup to anyone who came up so she had a clear view of the dining hall. She watched Thomas make his rounds to the tables handing out rolls and talking pleasantly to the people at the tables. Every time he would come into the kitchen for something he would brush against her; and every time she would take in a sharp breath as her body reacted to his touch.
Amelia jumped as she felt a hand on her arm while she was getting back on the bus. She turned to see Thomas behind her; he nodded to the seat he had been sitting in early and she slid into it. She wasn’t comfortable sitting with him, though she had seen other students sitting with the professors they worked with; she didn’t think that the other students had the same feelings as she had for him. Sitting next to him for so long was going to drive her crazy; the second she had realized it was him touching her the dull aching had become throbbing again and she could feel the wetness in her panties.
She stared out of the window most of the time. He read his book, though, every time he turned the page his hand would come back down onto her thigh. He made sure his hand was placed at the crease of her leg and hip and would give it a squeeze. She would side glance at him to see him looking at her with a slight smile on his face. She had taken to biting her thumb. A bad habit she had gotten rid of a couple of months ago. The biting helped quell the immense desire that was building up in her. When he would squeeze she would bite down harder, wincing at the pain it caused. He eventually leaned in and whispered, “if there is something in your mouth you should suck, not bite.”
Her eyes went wide and she pulled her thumb away as she stared at him. He allowed a full smile to play across his lips, though, his eyes were stern, “your response should be, “yes, Sir.””
Her voice was just above a whisper, “yes, Sir.”
He patted her leg, “good girl.” Before going back to his book. She stared at him for a few more seconds before going back to stare out of the window. His hand came back down on her thigh and her thumb immediately went back to her mouth. She stopped herself from biting and instead just held her thumb between her teeth. She heard his voice again, “suck.”
She whispered around her thumb, “yes, Sir.” and began to gently suck on her thumb. She heard a pleased sound come from him and breathed deeply as he gave her thigh another squeeze before moving his hand.
As they approached the college, he put his hand on her leg one more time and she quickly whipped her head towards him as his hand moved deftly under her skirt and found her soaked panties. He pressed his hand into her and her eyes rolled before focusing back on him. There was now no mistaking the look on his face. He gave her a full smile and looked at her with such desire that her breath caught. Her face flushed bright red as his hand moved to her other thigh noting the wetness on her skin before coming back. He pressed into her again and she pressed her lips together trying so hard not to moan, not to have an orgasm just by his touching. He moved his hand to the thigh closest to him and smiled again; she continued to stare at him wantonly.
He removed his hand and leaned toward her, “are you needy, Amelia?”
She didn’t think before she spoke, “I need you.”
He smiled, “me? I do this to you?”
She nodded, “yes, Sir. Since the day I saw you.”
“Then you are a lucky girl to have been given to me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled and the bus rolled to a stop. He squeezed her thigh one more time, “If you are a really good girl, I might give you what you want. But you have to show me that you are good.”
Her breath was coming at an uneven quick pace as his words gave her hope that he may take her soon. She whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
5.
Amelia was surprised to see Monsignor Bryne. She immediately apologized for walking in on their conversation. She had never thought to knock after the first day; she had never seen anyone else in office. The Monsignor smiled at Amelia and grabbed her hand, “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you.”
His hand was hot and clammy as Amelia took it, “I’m Amelia. It’s nice to meet you Monsignor.”
He squeezed her hand as his eyes roamed up and down her body. Amelia was a little uncomfortable with his roaming eyes but kept her smile.
“Nice to meet you, Amelia. Are you doing good work for the professor?”
She didn’t like the way he was looking at her and her nervousness made her voice shake, “I hope so.”
Thomas broke in with a laugh, “she’s doing fine work and she needs to get to it.”
Amelia gave Thomas a grateful smile as the Monsignor let go of her hand. He bid his farewell to her and gave Thomas a nod. She tried not to think about the weird interaction and instead asked Thomas what she was to work on today. He said nothing to her as he handed her a stack of papers but the look in his eyes was hard. It was like he was waiting for her to do something, say something about the situation that just occurred. Amelia had never voiced her opinion about anything. Her mother had made sure of that. Yes, the Monsignor had made her uncomfortable but she would never burden anyone else with her thoughts. She thanked him for the papers and got to work filing them. She could feel his eyes on her and her mind kept wandering back to the bus. The way his hand had felt on her. She had imagined all day Sunday that when she came in here he would swoop her up and take her. Those images were making it hard for her to work and a couple of times she banged her hand on the door to the filing cabinet being too distracted with her thoughts. The third time she hit the corner of the metal door and cut her hand. She whispered, “dammit,” and walked over to grab some Kleenex. She heard Thomas get up and she breathed deeply as he walked up and pressed himself against her back.
“Are you doing alright, Amelia?”
His hands grabbed her hips and she let out a soft moan as he pressed her hard against him.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just distracted today.”
“By what?”
She whispered, “by you.”
“By me?”
Amelia nodded, “yes, Sir.”
He spun her around and she looked up at him. He smiled as he saw the desire in her eyes. Her body trembled as his hands moved from her hips to the top of her butt.
“What about me distracts you?”
Her breath quickened and her eyes rolled as he slipped his hand further down her backside. She felt her thighs becoming wet as her panties became too soaked to hold her wetness.
She whispered again, “everything.”
“Do you want me, Amelia? Do you want me to fuck you?”
She moaned. “Yes, Sir. I want nothing more from the first time I laid eyes on you.”
His hands moved further down and he lifted her skirt. She looked at him pleadingly as his hands cupped her butt cheeks; his fingers grazing the wetness of her skin. He smiled hungrily, “oh my. Someone is very needy. Are you needy, Amelia?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She could feel him hard against her and she wanted to touch him, to show how much she needed him but he had her arms pinned to her sides.
“Do you pleasure yourself at the thought of me?”
Amelia sighed and looked at him earnestly, “I want to but you told me to be good.”
Thomas chuckled and turned her back around; his hand quickly going up her skirt and pressing against her like he had done on the bus. Her knees weakened at his touch and she moaned. Her hips unconsciously began to move wanting his hand to move against her. He wrapped his other arm around her to stop her from moving, “you seem to be a very good girl, Amelia. Most girls would have fucked themselves. I wasn’t around to know whether you did or not; they would have taken the opportunity to have relieved some need.”
“You told me not to.”
“Not directly.”
His moved his hand slightly along her throbbing, engorged clit causing another moan and her knees to buckle again.
“I thought I knew what you meant and I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
He gave another pleased sound, “I like that you thought about it. It shows that you have some initiative to be a good pet.”
Amelia smiled at the word, “pet,”, “Yes, Sir. I want to be a good pet.”
Thomas gave a low moan, “I’ve been looking for someone like you. I hope you don’t disappoint me. Most girls are disappointments, deciding that they should think for themselves or have a say in what is going to happen.”
Amelia shuddered as he brushed his fingers against her again, “I don’t want to disappoint you. You are all I think about. I want to be yours.” She gasped as he pressed firmly against her throbbing clit.
“You have a lot to learn. Are you ready to learn, Pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He released his grasp and pressed again making her legs give out, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
She nodded, “Yes, Sir, please teach me.”
Thomas took a deep breath in, “good girl.” He moved his fingers continuously now. Her whole body shook violently. She was so close to having an explosive orgasm. The only sound coming from her was whimpering. She could feel the heat building inside of her, the pulsing coming quicker and then he stopped. If he hadn’t been holding on to her by her middle she would have fallen to her knees. Tears came to her eyes, the need to finish so great that all she could do was cry from frustration. Thomas turned her around and smiled as he wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks.
“It’s time for you to go for the day.”
She looked at him confused, not understanding how he could be so reserved when she knew they both wanted each other so badly. She felt his hand go to hers and she moaned again as he placed it on his hardness. He wouldn’t allow her to move her hand, only press against him. He bent down; his lips barely touching hers, “the first thing you will learn is not to be selfish.”
Her eyebrows furrowed and he pulled back just a little to look at her. His face was stern as he continued to speak, “you will come to know that it is my satisfaction that is important. You will be happy and fulfilled knowing that you have made me happy. If your body has a reaction then that’s a bonus, right?”
He paused and looked her in the eyes. She looked back; her eyes big and pleading still and nodded her head, “yes, Sir.”
“You are here for me, a thing to play with at my discretion.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now leave before someone notices you’re still in my office.”
Amelia walked back to her room and laid on the bed. She had a lot to think about. She thought about Thomas and her reaction to him. Why did she want and need this so badly? He paid attention to her. He looked at her. He talked to her. All she had ever wanted was someone to pay attention to her. This was also a relationship her mother couldn’t control. Her parents hadn’t called her once since she had gotten here and so her mother would never know. Amelia would be able to do whatever she wanted without fear of her mother ruining it. She shook her head to clear her thoughts of her mother and went back to Thomas. She understood that he was paying attention to her on a sexual basis, but she actually liked that. It made her feel good to know that he wanted her sexually; and she thought maybe in time if she was good enough for him he may end up loving her. She didn’t think that she loved him yet but she was completely infatuated with him; she adored him on some level and she wanted to do anything to make him happy.
6.
When Amelia came into the office Thomas was leaning against his desk. He beckoned her to him and she watched as he slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. Her breathing quickened and her mind screamed at her that he was finally going to take her. Her body started trembling as her shirt hit the ground. His hands came up and cupped her full breasts over her bra. She gave a slight moan as he pulled the cups over to reveal her pink, erect nipples. He pinched and twisted them between his fingers and the ever present pulsing between her legs intensified. He let go and covered her back up. His hands slowly moved down her sides and grabbed her hips before he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down under her ass. She softly whispered, “oh,” as his fingers brushed the top of her bald pussy. He looked at her questioningly, “interesting.”
Her voice was soft and airy, “my boyfriend wanted me to. I kept it that way.”
He nodded approvingly before slipping his hand between her legs. She gasped as the side of his index finger moved across her. He smiled and whispered, “you’re so fucking wet, my Pet. What do you think about?”
“You, Professor.”
He smiled again and moved his hand. He spun her around and placed his hands on her firm butt cheeks. He gave them each a squeeze before he pulled her panties back up and had her face him again. He looked her up and down once more, “you are very pretty, Pet.”
She smiled and held back a giggle, “thank you, Professor.”
Her smile quickly left as he brought his hand into her long, thick hair and pulled her to her knees. She grunted and winced as they hit the hard floor.
“You will do this everyday. You are to come in, take off your uniform and kneel before me. I will then decide what to do with you for the time we have together.”
She kept her eyes down and nodded, “yes, Sir.”
Her eyes came up and followed his other hand as he unzipped his pants. She took a deep breath in and watched as he freed himself. Her eyes moved, meeting his and he smiled as he saw how much desire she had for him.
Amelia moaned as he took his cock and rubbed it against her cheek and lips.
“Do you want my cock, Pet?”
She looked up, “I want nothing more, Professor.”
She looked back at his member. He was much bigger than her boyfriend had been. Her whole body shook with lust and need. Her boyfriend and her and never gotten to the point where she learned to give head. Their first time had been strictly missionary style but Amelia’s mouth watered with the thought. She wanted to taste him.
As he ran the tip of his cock over Amelia’s lips again, she stuck out her tongue. They both moaned and Thomas kept his cock at her mouth. She licked it again, going from the tip to the base and back up. Amelia gave little kisses to every inch she licked. She was on fire with the need to feel him anywhere. She slowly opened her lips and sucked just the head into her mouth. She was careful knowing she had no experience but wanting to make him feel good.
He pushed his cock a little further into her mouth. She opened wider and wrapped one hand around the rest. He moaned again and moved her head slowly back and forth by her hair.
“Stroke it.”
She moved her hand back and forth with the rhythm he had set.
“Good girl, Use your tongue.”
She had to slow down a bit trying to lick and suck at the same time. She looked up and he smiled, “you’ll learn.”
He pulled her from him and commanded her to open her mouth and keep it open. She did so, opening as wide as she could. He thrust into her mouth over and over, hard, slow thrusts, causing her to choke and gag around him. She gasped each time he pulled from her but kept her mouth open. Her chin and chest were becoming wet with spit and her cheeks wet from the tears the gagging was causing. He thrust once more but this time kept his cock in the back of her throat. He pushed her head down, her nose smashing against him. She gagged and sputtered around him. Her body began to shake with the need to breathe. She tried to open her throat more but his cock took up the entire opening. Amelia began to get light headed; she willed herself not to fight against him; She knew that would be bad. He finally moved her when her body began to go limp. She coughed and gasped for air. She jumped a little as she felt more wetness hit her face.
Thomas let go of her and she collapsed to her hands. Still trying to catch her breath, he raised her head by her chin and smiled, “what a good girl. You didn’t even fight.”
Her hand went up to try and wipe some of the mess off her face but he batted it away, “stand up and take off your panties.”
She slowly stood. He took her panties from her and used the soaked crotch to wipe her face. He shrugged and smiled when he was done, “good enough. Put them back on.”
She controlled her face as she put the soiled, now cold underwear back on her body. He nodded then turned to his desk handing her a stack of papers, “get to work.”
He stopped her a little early so she could redress. He watched her. She felt like she was being tested, like he was looking for any indication that she was dissatisfied. She kept her facial features soft; she wasn’t dissatisfied; she had been hopeful that more would have happened but was coming to understand what he meant by her not being selfish. Amelia figured that at some point he would take all of her and she was going to be patient. She wanted nothing more than for him to be happy with her and she would do everything in her power to make sure that happened.
When she was fully dressed he walked over to her and ran his hand slowly across her jawline. She could feel the dried juices from her and him on her skin. She wondered if they were visible and thought about the walk back to her room. That thought was cut when he looked down at her and said, “you will leave here and go to the dining hall.”
She nodded, “yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, Amelia. I do hope you stay that way.”
She walked into the dining hall and stood in line. She had no idea if people could see anything on her skin. She wondered if she smelled of sex and if people could pick up on that as well. A few girls looked at her but they didn’t say anything. She found a spot and picked at the plate of food she was given, looking around she made eye contact with Thomas’. He sat with other members of staff. When she looked at him he gave the slightest smile which made her blush and bow her head. She could feel her infatuation with him growing by the second.
7.
The days felt like an eternity as she waited for classes to be over so she could go to the professor. He hadn’t touched her yet. She would come in and undress, get on her knees and wait. Sometimes he would allow her to suck him off coming on her face then having her wipe it off with her panties; other times he would come on her boobs or belly. Her favorite way was when he would stand her up and make her pull her underwear from her body. He would jack off into them; she would moan as she felt his seed hit so close to the part of her that constantly throbbed wanting and needing attention from him. Other times he would hand her stacks of papers and tell her to work. These days made her sad when she was not allowed to touch him. These were also the days that he didn’t make her go to the dining hall. There were other times when Thomas would have her get under his desk and she was only permitted to kiss and lick his cock. If she sucked just a little he would pull from her and give her a small slap on the lips with his cock. She sometimes sucked on purpose; she liked the feel of his cock slapping her mouth. It would take the entire time of her licking and kissing before he would come.
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