Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 18

Once she was in front of his desk, he stopped what he was doing and looked at her like a piece of meat. "So you're the new girl, huh?" he asked, rising from his seat and walking around the desk to look at her from all angles. "Mr. Trenton certainly can pick them can't he? I bet you would have made a good student before you fell in with him, wouldn't you?" As the professor asked the last question, he reached around to grope her braless tits through her shirt, making Violet stiffen a little at the unpleasant sensation.

"New girl?" She asked hesitantly, while he slid his hands down from her tits, to her flat belly, to her thighs before slowly lifting the hem of her short skirt. "What do you mean?"

He ignored her question though, groping her now exposed ass roughly with both hands. "Oh yes, you'll do nicely," he said, mostly to himself as he suddenly pushed her forward, bending her over his desk, and kicking her feet wider apart as he hiked her skirt up to her waist.

"Wait a second... What are you doing?" Violet complained. Was he going to fuck her without so much as a hello?

"What am I doing? I thought you were at my beck and call tonight." he asked impatiently as he started to play with her clit and arid cunt. "Do you need a little foreplay before you can put out like my frigid bitch of a wife?"

Violet was about to open her mouth to protest, but before she could get a word out, a hand came down hard on her ass. "The only foreplay you're getting tonight slut is pain," the professor said between blows as he repeatedly hit her left ass cheek with his right hand. There was nothing dominant in his tone or his actions. Honestly, even though she enjoyed the jolts of pain, his touch made her skin crawl. There was nothing sexy about his repressed rage or his sexual bitterness as he ranted at her about his wife's slights, but she bit her lip and endured it even though all she wanted to do was go home.

a fucked up little thing," he said, as he finally stopped his angry bout of spanking to grope her now moist pussy, "Just like the man said - a natural pain whore. Mr. Trenton might never get the

breaking her silence as she heard the old man unzip his pants, "You can't fuck my pussy

the response was purely automatic. Her mind was a million miles away as he readied her ass to get fucked. The old man's words resounded in her head, tormenting more than his creepy touch ever could. Everything Dr. Stern said implied that she wasn't the first girl that had occupied this place in James' life -

thoughts were scattered as soon as she felt the man behind her start to force his cock into her tight little ass. "Nnhhhh," she grunted as the head popped past her the tight ring of

dick was smaller than many of the others that had fucked her, so it didn't hurt too badly, but if he wanted to think that the tears falling on his desk were from his dick instead of

said, her voice faltering. "Please slow down... be gentle..." It wasn't her best performance, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead he

of those in a long time, have you?" he asked. When she didn't respond, thinking it was a rhetorical question, he reached up

man. "I'll never be a

right cunt," he responded, barely slowing his erratic, jerky thrusting. "You're just a whore to be passed around, and tonight you're nothing but my anal whore." His thrusts didn't hurt. To the contrary, they'd actually started to feel good, despite her revulsion to the man fucking her. His words though, they hit her right in the heart of her worries, and he was rewarded by several wracking sobs. These made

don't give a fuck about your words, slut," Dr. Stern interrupted. "All I care about is how good your tight ass feels, and I'm not about to let your blubbering ruin that when I could