Amy and the Professor

Amy and the Professor

Dr. Andrew T. Temple & Pooch-

Dr. Temple sat deep in his leather recliner. His right hand held a portfolio of the students scheduled for his upcoming Graduate Philosophy 522 class. His left hand held a tumbler of his favorite Single Malt Scotch. It promised to be a good night. One of his favorite activities lay before him; picking his semester prey from among the many young, bright and fuckable co-eds who had registered for his course.

Over his long and successful tenure at the University Dr. Temple had developed a refined pussy selection system. A far cry from his earlier years when he was content to seduce whatever bimbo presented herself to him most readily. Older now, he had learned to take his time, study the landscape and select the young morsel that most appealed to his taste. After all, his tastes had grown quite refined.

"So much pussy and so little time." He sighed and slowly stroked the head of the naked young woman who sat upright on the floor chained to his chair.

"Isn't that right Pooch?"

The woman enthusiastically nodded her head up and down. The bells on her titty clamps chimed with the bounce of her breasts. "Yes Master."

He looked down at her and realized he had been ignoring her all evening. "Good little Pooch, good girl." He unlocked her harness; "Go get your bone girl, go! "

Pooch sprinted across the floor on all fours, bounding up the stairs. There in her cage next to her master's bed was her 'bone', a 10" black rubber dildo. She was so excited that her master was going to play with her. She picked it up in her mouth and bolted down the stairs. "I have such a good master," she thought.

Dr. Temple took the bone out of her mouth. "Ready?"

Pooch lied on her back with her arms and feet pointing up to the ceiling. "Yes master, ready."

Temple tossed the 'bone' to Pooch; she slipped it into her already moist cunt in one swift movement and bucked her pelvis. Staring at the professor she recited her mantra over and over, "I'm a little fuck bitch Master please let me come. I'm a little fuck bitch Master please let me come." Her sincerity was genuine; it had been days since her master had allowed her to come.

If her pleading was considered sincere enough she would be allowed to suck her master off and then pump herself to orgasm.

Pooch was especially enthusiastic this evening, soon Dr.Temple stood and dropped his pants to display his excitement. The young girl beamed; scrambling to kneel before her masters cock.

"Suck time Pooch," Temple grabbed the back of her head and pulled her firmly into his crotch. Pooch sucked him like a machine and in no time he pulled himself away from her to shoot into her lovely face. She knelt before him cum dripping down her brow; trembling in anticipation of the next order.

"OK girl, go fuck yourself." Pooch was so happy. Her master was so kind. Almost flying across the room to her bone she got down on her hands and knees. In appreciation for her master's generosity she turned to let her ass face the professor. She knew how much he loved to watch her ass churn when she fucked herself.

The 'bone' was never more than a blur for the next twenty minutes. Pooch exhausted herself; crawled back to Temple and curled herself up at his feet. She heard the satisfying sounds of him chaining her to his chair and soon fell off to sleep.

Pooch had been asleep for hours and Temple was far past his third tumbler of Scotch when he opened Amy Jones' file. Her picture slipped out of the folder. He picked it up and was taken aback by the petite young lady's beauty.

"All right! Let it be her."

Rapidly flipping through her file he already imagined himself shooting gobs of his sperm into the lovely face in the photo.

"Ahhhhh, here it is, here it is 'Pre-law'." That was a good indicator.

"3.92 GPA." She was looking better and better.

Then the dealmaker popped out from the page at him. She had applied to Harvard Law!

"Beautiful….fucking beautiful." Talking to the picture now Dr. Temple asked the young lady. "Do you have any idea of what you will do when you realize that all that stands between you and Harvard Law School is my cock? I do." He cast a gentle glance down in Pooch's direction; sighed and fell off to sleep.

Amy Jones -

The thin mattress squeaked its complaint loudly each time Amy's flailing legs pumped her pussy up to meet her 'companion's ' thrusts. She had been bouncing on the bed for almost half an hour. The advantage of an 8" rubber 'companion' is that it's always available and it never gets tired.

"Come on baby…. ooooooo…fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She held a pillow over her face to help muffle her passionate outbursts.

"So good baby…sooo good, I'm coming…I'm coming, that's it that's it ahhhhhhhhhhh." Her frenzied movements calmed as her climax overtook her. Juices poured out of her pussy drenching the bed and her rubber friend. She expelled a deep breath and rolled over on her stomach. Satisfied.

"Whew! Good one lover." Indeed this was the only lover Amy had for longer than she cared to remember. Staying at the top of her class at this University and staying focused on admission to Harvard Law left zero time for the luxury of a boyfriend or any sexual relationship for that matter. Amy always believed that there were prices to be paid for what she wanted and that if she were willing to pay the price she would always get what she wanted. Heading out the door for her first class with Dr. Temple, Amy was unaware that her willingness to pay any price would soon be put to the test.

The Setup -

Dr. Temple looked out on a sea of indifferent faces. The boredom in his student's eyes was matched by the boredom in his voice at having to recite his introductory lecture to the 'brain dead'. As he droned on and on his eyes searched the lecture hall for his target.

"Ahhhhh, there you are my pet." Dr. Temple all but laughed out loud. In a class where half the students were asleep and the other half were playing computer games on their laptops, Amy sat up straight in her chair taking notes; a model student.

"This may be too easy." He thought.

At the conclusion of his lecture Dr. Temple announced that he was short one graduate assistant for the semester. Extra credit would be available for any student who would be willing to assist him with the course throughout the semester. Before he could step down from the lectern Amy was standing next to him peppering him with questions about how she might obtain 'extra' credit.

"Yep, too easy." The Dr. mused.

The Price -

For more than three months Amy had been the perfect student and the best assistant the professor ever had. Her grades led the class and with the 'extra' credit all but secured she could already picture herself in Harvard crimson robes.

The semester was finally winding down and Dr. Temple could not be more pleased. As always the most difficult part of his entrapment ritual had been the waiting. He had to give the appearance of a gentleman professor, maintaining a cordial but detached relationship with his prey. All the while fighting his urges to tie his little 'Amy honey pot' to a doorknob and fuck her brains out.

Dr. Temple sat at one end of a huge oak table he used for a desk and Amy, scratching away at her notebook sat far down at the other end. She was helping him grade papers long into the evening. He had just finished grading a paper when it occurred to him that the time was right to bring Amy into his world. With the course grade she was rightfully expecting from him and the balance of her classes, she was a slam-dunk for the Ivy League. However; if he gave her less than an 'A' Grade and less than an outstanding recommendation she might not squeak in. He counted on her not being willing to take that chance. This is why he preferred pre-law students. He always bet on their willingness to sell their souls for what they wanted. Few disappointed him.

"Amy?" Dr. Temple whispered across the long table.

The young lady looked up from her concentration, "Yes, Dr. Temple?"

"I'd like to talk to you a bit about your future, no, I mean your future with me." The professor parted his lips in a sinister smile Amy had never seen before; it made her feel a bit uneasy.

"You're a bright girl so I will not insult you by drawing this out; I have an offer for you. Interested?"

"Ummm maybe." her brow ruffled in confusion.

"As you know I can be your ticket to Harvard Law. With a swipe of my pen you are in or… if I choose; you may not be in. Now as cold as this may sound, I want you to get what you want. But, before I give you what you want…I want you to give me what I want." Dr. Temple paused to let his words soak in. He saw the signs in her face that confirmed she recognized the dilemma he just placed before her.

"What do you … want?" she asked?

"She's done." thought the Dr. "It's all a matter of logistics now." He could hardly contain his excitement.

"Amy, I don't insult me. I think you know what I want."

"Put these on!" Temple threw her the paper bag he had been carrying for days in his briefcase. "This is your introduction to becoming my fuck-toy."

Amy's reaction was one of total shock. She caught the package in a reflex but she could not believe what she was hearing. Her jaw dropped, she stood and walked towards the door.

"Uh, Uh, Amy… stop and think." Dr. Temple's voice was frighteningly serene. "Ask yourself if you really want to go to Harvard Law School. It's that fucking simple." Then he shouted at the confused girl, "What's your answer?"

Amy stopped in her tracks and turned to face Dr. Tempest. She knew she would do anything to go to Boston and she knew Dr. Tempest had played her like a violin. Trying to limit eye contact with her tormentor the beleaguered girl asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The Dr. laughed, "Just everything I tell you to that's all." Leaning forward on the desk he barked. "The first thing you do is open that fucking bag and get dressed for me."

Amy looked into the bag and shuddered. There wasn't much inside. With Temple barking at her all along the way she managed to get undressed and put on the peek-a-boo black bra and panties.

"You look pretty sluttish there Harvard, do you feel sluttish?" Temple stared her down. He always started his girls off with humiliation exercises. He was convinced that pain was the best teacher but he got the most fun out of humiliation.

Temple walked towards the frightened girl. "Turn around, and show me that ass of yours."

When she did the professor grasped her by her wrists and snapped on a pair of heavy metal handcuffs. Amy immediately pulled at them and started to panic. A stream of obscenities poured out of her that grew louder and louder until Temple unceremoniously fastened a ball gag in her mouth.

"Try not to get too worked up, just breathe calmly through your nose." Amy seemed to understand his instructions; even though her eyes were in panic mode she began to breathe in a regular rhythm. Still the feisty girl wrestled with her restraints. Dr. Temple had to slap the girl several times before she calmed down.

"Harvard, I own you now, I'm not interested in hurting you but I will if I have to. All you have to do is what I tell you to do and your life will be a lot easier." To emphasize his point he walked across the room and came back with a leather-riding crop.

"Some day we may get to play with this outside together when you run around my track for me, but for now…" Temple laid a vicious stroke high on the girl's thighs. The sounds of her muffled shriek was a high point for the Dr. "…for now Harvard it's an instrument of instruction, do as I say and I will not need it; fight me and you'll sleep with a black and blue ass tonight."

Temple placed his nose close to Amy's, "So tell me, are you going to be a bad girl" he raised the crop over his head.

Amy rapidly shook her head back and forth; a muffled "Nooooooo" came from behind her ball gag.

The professor was relishing the sheer intensity of the experience Amy was going through. She had always been treated with great respect. Now she was being treated like an object.

Worse, the controlling bitch couldn't do anything about it. When he was through with her she would be a compliant little fuck puppy just like his precious Pooch.

"Good girl, let's try a few easy exercises and then call it a night." Temple put the crop on his desk. He then unshackled her but left in the ball gag.

"You're going to put on a show for me Amy. Your first of many to come. Get on your hands and knees and crawl under the desk." Dr. Temple meanwhile took advantage of the opportunity to slide his pants and underwear down around his ankles.

"Now turn around and back up so just your lovely ass sticks out from under the desk." This wasn't the first co-ed to assume this position for him but her ass was definitely one of the most impressive. "I made an excellent choice with her." He told himself.

"Now reach back and spread those ass cheeks my little slut." Amy reached back, spread her cheeks and was thankful she was under the table. She knew she was blushing and was glad the professor couldn't see the shame in her face. "Wider!!!" Temple barked at her. The frightened girl pulled at her haunches until her asshole and pussy ached from the stress.

"Please wriggle your ass back and forth for me Amy." Amy dutifully shook her ass a bit, then SMACK!! Out of nowhere a searing pain shot through the girl. Temple had laid down another harsh stoke with his crop. "Faster Amy. Much much faster."

Amy wiggled her ass more quickly than she ever had before. Temple licked two digits of his right hand; kneeling behind the bouncing booty in front of him he slipped a finger up Amy's ass and one in her honey pot. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh" the muffled words were impossible to understand. But then again Temple didn't care. He just mechanically went about frigging the girl with a passion. Between her frightened wiggles and his demented fingering, Amy's body began to submit to the undeniable pleasure coursing through her hindquarters. Temple's fingers grew wet and sticky.

Just as Amy resolved to let herself go and take whatever sexual pleasure she could obtain from this experience; the Dr. abruptly withdrew his fingers from her gapping holes.

Her ass continued to rotate and she was shocked at herself when she realized how dearly she missed the fullness of those fingers in her holes.

Temple grabbed Amy by her thighs and pulled her out from under the desk. He flipped her on her back removed her gag and presented his hardened cock to her. "Suck it," the girl was trembling at this point but she slowly moved towards the cock and opened her mouth to engulf it. Dr. Temple felt her warm breathe over his dick and couldn't contain his civility any longer. Reaching down he grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed himself into her all the way to the root of his cock. As she gagged he rotated his pelvis round and round enjoying the sensation of her throat spasms. When he released her she gasped desperately for air but had little time to recover before he shoved himself into her once again. This time he bobbed her head her up and down for what seemed like an interminable amount of time before letting the saliva drenched girl up for air.

Her hair was wrapped tightly around Andrews's hand. He dragged her about like it was her handle. Plopping back into his seat he lifted Amy up into his lap making her squat like a baseball catcher. Ready to burst he rubbed the head of his dick up and down Amy's slit. She wiggled as his actions started to have their effect.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love it." Andrew increased the speed of his strokes. Amy reacted by thrusting herself forward trying to suck his dick into her pussy.

"Now!!" "Look me in the eyes and tell me you love it." Andrew still held her by her hair. He shook her head violently now….'Tell me cunt!!"

Amy's tear soaked face peered into the sadistic man's eyes. She said, "I love it."

Andrew slapped her ass soundly making her jump.

"Say it again and make me believe it." Again he shook her head like a rag doll.

"Please, I love it Please I love it I love it." Scared now Amy would do or say anything. She also grew aware that she was getting very hot. She did begin to love it…more and more. She could feel herself submitting to his will. There was no denying a part of her was happy to surrender to this humiliation. In a minute she might do anything for him. For now, merely saying she loved it was not much of a lie.

"Grab my cock and guide it into your cunny." Andrew held her face inches from his. She couldn't look down; her hands searched until they found his cock.

"God, it keeps getting bigger and bigger." She thought. As ordered she placed its head at the mouth of her slit, and raised her haunches to guide it in. At that moment Andrew took over. He let go of her hair grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed her into his lap.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Amy let out a deep gasp. Her bottom churned like a blender. She couldn't remember the last time she had time for her rubber cock. This was something of a blessing.

"Do you love it my little slut?" Dr. Temple grabbed her bouncing breasts raising and lowering them with the rhythm of Amy's bounces.

"Yes, fuck me, please fuck me." Amy was soon reduced to a mass of pleasure seeking, bouncing flesh.

For more than two hours Amy was hard fucked, spanked, and humiliated until her head was spinning with lust and she had become what the Dr. referred to as 'dick drunk'. She was lost to him. He had taken her places she didn't know existed and now she feared for her future. She had liked it. There was no denying this. She liked it very much.

Fully spent the Dr. walked over to his huddled prey, attached a 'training' collar and secured her to his desk.

"I'll be back in the morning; we can discuss your future after you have had a chance to clear your mind." He calmly walked out of his office and locked it.

A Toy for Pooch -

Pooch was so happy to hear her master pulling up into the driveway. She ran to the door on all fours and sliding uncontrollably slammed into the glass panel.

"I'm happy to see you too Pooch." Temple laughed and rubbed her head vigorously.

"I think I have a surprise for you."

Pooch began to run around in circles "What master what?"

"I think I have a new playmate for you to break in." he whispered.

Pooch jumped up onto her master and grasped him like a crab squeezing him until his breath was constricted. "Ohhh thank you thank you." She showered him with kisses.

It had been almost a year since Temple had brought home a plaything for Pooch, her mind drifted back and she wondered where she left her strap-on.

"One more thing Pooch," the Dr. added, "She's applied to Harvard Law."

This was too good Pooch thought; as a Yale graduate she loved few things more than doing the doggy style to a Harvard preppy.

She hopped down and scurried up the stairs thinking, "Where the fuck did I leave that that strap-on?"