Read part one here.
Rhiannon Kelly thought herself a good judge of men, but Professor Kensington had her rather perplexed. There were some things on which she scored top marks; for example, his place was resplendent in books. Nonfiction outweighed the fiction by a margin of ten to one but his impressive collection of art books came as a surprise. Doubly surprising was that the walls held no paintings but only a couple of rather old-looking silk and wool shawls hanging on wooden frames, and a few copper ornaments, green with age. She was sure he had photographs of the places he had visited, but there were none to be seen.
The kitchen, although small and with few appliances, proved to be equipped with exquisite knives, well used cutting boards, heavy-duty steel pots and cast iron pans. The fridge was full of fresh vegetables. She thought he would be more the Chinese take-out type.
His liquor cabinet was not stocked with scotch, as she imagined, but bottles of port and numerous varieties of rum. "Come to think of it," she mused aloud, "he does look a bit like a pirate sometimes." The smallest room in the apartment was his office. A small desk held his computer. The rest of the space was filled with shelving, jammed with journals and papers. The largest room was his bedroom. It was not the four-poster Edwardian she imagined (and she had fantasized about his bed often enough as she sat through his lectures), but a thick futon on a heavy frame. The Japanese cabinetry and lanterns threw her for a loop as well.
She was delighted to discover the Jacuzzi in the bathroom. She intended to take a shower, but the tub called to her. She was sure Professor Kensington wouldn't mind coming home to discover his former student soaking there. She turned the faucet, adjusted the water and stripped off her clothes. While she waited, she used the toothbrush from her bag to clean her teeth.
She was disappointed to not find any bath bubbles. She did find a disposable razor beneath the sink, though. While she had shaved that morning, she thought a touch-up was in order. Padding back to the living room, she poured herself a glass of amber rum and returned to the bathroom. She eased into the tub, sliding down to her chin into the blissful warm water.
She sipped the liquor and contemplated her day. "What a day!" she said aloud. Most women would arrive home after a long day at work and whine about how much they hated their jobs and how little they were paid. She managed to do four jobs in one day and made a bundle! Charles had set her up nicely with the video shoot and the bar gig, but the strip club and private party was a bonus! Furthermore, what good fortune to meet a man about whom she had so often fantasized while sitting in his classroom!
She never would have thought Professor Kensington the sort who had friends who hired a stripper, particularly a stripper who provided full service. She couldn't imagine him being the sort to pay for sex. She wondered if he had affairs with his students. She heard enough rumors about other faculty members to know it was not an uncommon practice.
The water was beginning to chill and he had yet to arrive. She quickly soaped up, ran the razor over her pubes and rinsed off. She pulled the plug and grabbed a thick towel from the rack.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She had washed the make up from her face, so, she added a bit of eye-liner, rouge and lipstick. She looked fresh and ready for another fucking.
With the towel wrapped around her, she returned to the living room and poured another shot of rum. She browsed his books again. She was drawn to the art volumes, but a small collection on a bottom shelf caught her eye. She recognized a few of the them, including two volumes from Anaïs Nin, "The Story of O," "Venus in Furs," and some more modern erotic works. Her curiosity was piqued even further.
She went back to the bedroom. Putting the towel on a bench there, she pulled back the covers and slipped in. The mattress was very firm, the sheets were luxurious. "His bed," she thought, "and I'm in it." She wondered what her former classmates would think. Despite the long day, she was too excited to fall asleep.
She heard footsteps on the stair and the door opening. She leaped up and walked quickly to entrance, wearing nothing but a smile. He put his briefcase beside the door and looked her over. It suddenly occurred to her that she should have taken the bag from his hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek like a good little Stepford Wife. Would he have liked that?
She stood there, stark naked, doing her best to look cute. She always felt like a little schoolgirl in his presence. "Well, Miss Kelly, you seem to have made yourself at home." He gave her that big warm smile that would normally have wet her panties. She almost giggled.
He stepped beside her and put his arm around her waist. His face came close but he did not kiss her, instead saying, "I always thought you were a good girl."
Rhiannon was a loss for words. She was sure he was just teasing her, but he sounded so serious. If he made her feel little before, she felt even smaller, now. Her knees were weak beneath his cool gaze. She lowered her eyes; then she lowered her body in submission. She slipped from his arm as she went to her knees ... and proceeded to unbuckle his pants. She pulled out his cock and sucked it into her warm, wet mouth.
"My," he said, placing a large hand on the back of her head, "you are a good girl, indeed." He let her blow him for a few minutes before pulling her to her feet. "Come, let's have a drink."
"I ... I left my glass in your bedroom," she stammered.
"Well, run along and get it then." He gave her ass a slap and she hurried back to the bedroom to retrieve her still full glass of rum. He had already poured himself a double shot of dark liquor. His pants were laying across a chair, but he still wore his boxer shorts. He looked rather comical, but she didn't dare smile.
Seeing that she did not require a refill, he raised his glass to her and she lightly touched his. She looked down at the liquor as she eagerly tipped it toward her lips. "Tsk, tsk! My dear, if you are going to drink a toast, you best do it properly." She stopped and looked puzzled. "When you are with someone else, maintain eye contact as you drink. Let's try that again, shall we?" Their glasses met. "Sláinte!" She gazed into his eyes as she took the drink to her lips. She was feeling a warmth inside her before she even swallowed. "Very good," he said with a wink.
"Do you know where the toast came from?" She shook her head. He looked at the rum while his free hand found its way to her hip. He stroked her bare flank and continued. "There are plenty of scatterbrain theories, but the most popular is that it is a derivation on an offering to the gods." His hand drifted between her legs, cupping her sex in his palm. His fingers played with her lips. "They would hold up the wine, or the blood of some sacrificed animal, or worse, and offer it so." He held the glass aloft and gazed off into the distance. "Why the devil we clink glasses, no one really knows."
He had one finger deep inside her, but he was not moving it, just holding it there. "Sorry to bore you with such trivia. So, tell me, how long have you been dancing for a living?" She was so busy concentrating on the hand between her legs that she nearly missed the question.
"Oh, I, uh, only started tonight."
"Nonsense," he said with a scowl.
"Really! I was ..." How should she put this? "I was doing a waitress job at a club today and they asked me if I wanted to dance. I'd never done that, but I thought I'd try it." This whole week was full of firsts, she thought. "I wasn't sure if I'd be any good but I was really happy that they asked me." She was babbling. He stood there as nonchalantly as he did in his classroom, but he had his finger poking up into her pussy. "I did OK because then they asked me if I wanted to do this party ... and I said yes."
"Did you know what we wanted?" She looked down demurely and nodded. "You've done that before? Have sex with a lot of men, I mean?"
She nodded again. After a moment, she swallowed and whispered "I'm a slut."
"Yes, I suppose you are. Aren't you?" He pulled out the finger from her and held it near her face; it glistened with her dew. She took hold of his hand and, looking him right in his eye, drew it to her mouth where she licked the digit that had just vacated her body. "I like sluts," he said quietly. She closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around his finger, and worked up and down just as she had done with his cock.
Setting his glass on the cabinet, he put his hand between her legs again and pulled her close to kiss her. She wondered if he could taste her juices on her lips. His mouth devoured hers as his fingers snaked inside her. She spread her legs more and held her arms out in an effort to steady herself and not spill her drink. He pushed her until she bent backwards, supporting her with a hand in the middle of her back.
He pulled her upright, turned her around and made her bend over. She had the good sense to put the glass down because a moment later she felt his hard dick slide straight home into her pussy. He held her hips and rammed into her mercilessly. Just as suddenly, he stopped. He turned her around again and pushed his cock toward her face. She grabbed it with both hands and started sucking.
She was worried he was ready to cum, but he let her suck him only a few minutes before pulling her to her feet again. He walked over to the music system and asked her what type of music she liked. She wasn't sure how to reply. If she picked something he didn't like ... "Oh, please put on something you like, sir. I was wondering what sort of music you listened to." Tentatively, she took a seat on the couch.
"You know, now that we are, uh, better acquainted, you can call me Max."
"I like calling you Professor ... and I like when you treat me like a, uh, student." She was about to say "little girl," but thought better of it. She gazed up at him, "It ... turns me on." He smiled at this and turned back to the stereo. The sound that issued forth was an ethereal trance rhythm. She was expecting jazz or something classical. Another surprise.
He sat down next to her on the couch. "I wasn't sure if you'd be here when I got home. I wondered if you'd turn tail."
"What? And miss a chance to check out your place? I've never been to a faculty member's home and I always wondered what yours looked like."
"So you're not a Tweed jacket groupie?" When he explained what he meant, she asked if that was a real thing. "I doubt there are girls who choose their classes based on their chances with the teacher, but there are certainly some who seek better grades through, uh, mutually beneficial arrangements. The Tweed jacket groupie spends her academic days, or evenings, trying to bed as many faculty as she can. There are all sorts of interesting fetishes in our world."
She told him that she admired his art books then admitted that she found his erotica section. He asked if she had read any of them. "Yeah, I've read parts of a few of them, but they're too tame. If I want something to turn me on, I prefer watching porn."
"What kind of porn do you like?"
"Hardcore. I don't want any stories, just show me people fucking."
"Speaking of people fucking," he started. He set down his drink and pushed her back on the couch. She opened her legs for him and he started licking her. He only did so to get her wet because moments later he mounted her, his hard cock gliding right back inside her. She lifted her face and kissed him.
As he pumped in and out, she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He shifted from one arm to the other to pull it off completely. Now she could hold his bare chest next to hers. She was disappointed when he stopped and got up. "I want to fuck that pretty face again." He turned her around on the couch so her head hung over the edge. He straddled her and lowered his cock into her eager mouth.
He forced his cock between her lips, taking shallow strokes at first, then venturing deeper. Rhiannon made choking sounds, but didn't try to stop him. In fact, she reached around and pulled him closer to urge him deeper. While she was no deep throat expert, she was pretty good at it and wanted to see how much she could take. The head of his cock was pushing right into her throat, cutting off her air with every stroke. She tried to breath through her nose on every upstroke.
When he was done, her eyes were watering from the effort, tears streaking across her forehead to her hair. He pulled his cock out, leaving a glistening strand of saliva between his dick and her lips. He shifted slightly, positioning his balls above her mouth. They were too hairy for her liking, but she sucked them eagerly, trying hard to get two in her mouth at the same time.
He spun her around then and fucked her pussy once more. He started by holding her shoulders, but was soon grabbing her tits in each hand. Rhiannon arched her back in pleasure. He pinched her nipples, first playfully, then harder and harder until she moaned aloud.
After a few minutes, he slumped back on the couch and let out a long sigh while she tried to sit up and gather her wits. Getting fucked hard always gave her a euphoric high. After a moment, he stood; then reaching down, he took her hand and pulled her up. He turned off the stereo and, still holding her hand, led her down the hallway.
Rhiannon felt almost giddy. She was walking hand in hand with her professor. She was walking hand in hand with her professor and both of them were naked. She imagined them walking through the halls of the university.
"Ah, you have indeed made yourself at home," he said, seeing the crumpled bed covers. He lay down and she joined him. They kissed deeply and Rhiannon felt herself getting even wetter. "You are quite a good little cocksucker, Miss Kelly." She grinned. Taking the hint, she slipped downward and did her best to impress him further with her technique.
She was trying all her tricks on him. Using just her mouth, using one hand on his shaft an the other on his balls, sucking the tip while stroking with two hands, everything she could think of. He spun her around so they could do sixty-nine. While his cock was buried in her throat, his tongue was probing her pussy. She didn't care much for this position, but if it made him happy, she was happy.
He rolled her over onto her back and pushed his cock inside again. "You know, I like your mouth, but I like your pussy, too." He fucked her slowly for a few minutes, just enjoying riding her. "Are you into rope play?" Rhiannon wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "You know, getting tied up."
"Well, I've been handcuffed a few times, but no ropes."
"You liked the handcuffs?"
"Yeah. I was handcuffed to the top of the bed and couldn't really move. I felt helpless and he just fucked me."
"Well, I think you'll like being tied up, then." He fucked her hard and Rhiannon held on to him, knowing she would soon be unable to do so. He pulled out with some reluctance, then went to the closet. She lay there, just watching him, her legs still spread.
When he turned around he had a coil of black rope. As he stretched it out to its full length, he gestured for her to sit up. "Put your hands behind your back and grab your elbows." He wrapped the rope around her forearms. It was not tight; she thought it would be very easy to slip out. He took the rope and looped it once around the top of her chest, over her arms. He did something behind her and the rope came around for another loop in the same spot. With a shrug, she could have slipped from this part of the bond as well.
He next pushed the rope beneath her armpits on each side and around the rope there. This pulled it slightly tighter. With some small degree of alarm, she realized that this prevented her from shrugging off the loop wrapped around her chest. From the back, he made another two loops around her body, this time below her breasts, pinning her arms once again to her side. He guided the rope between her side and her arm, the same way he did with the earlier strand. A gentle pull and her arms were effectively locked at her sides. She realized she could no longer slip her hands from the initial loop.
The rope came over her shoulder now, making one wrap around the original loop and then down to the bottom loop. He brought it back over her other shoulder after making one more wrap about that upper loop. The result looked like a badly designed bra with braids of rope circling her breasts.
"How does that feel?" he asked. She tested her bonds. She could move her arms only a little, but they were otherwise immobile. She could move her hands, but they were held fast behind her back.
"I thought you were just going to tie me to the bed."
"This takes more time, but it's more fun, don't you think?" He had that big smile on his face. He put his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushed her sideways. She went to hold out her arms to catch herself, but they were pinned. With a very unfeminine grunt, she fell sideways onto the futon.
Still smiling, he straddled one of her legs and guided his cock into her. He held her shoulder and other knee for leverage as he thrust hard. Although she could move her legs, she was pretty much pinned. She was his to with as he wanted and right now he was giving her a good fucking.
He stopped and knelt back on his heels, his glistening cock standing at attention in his lap. "Come here, cocksucker." She struggled to get upright then hobbled to him on her knees. She bent down and sucked him. She was frustrated being unable to use her arms for support or her hands for stroking his dick. He helped by thrusting with his hips. She was starting to get the hang of it. He stopped and put his hands under her. She thought he was going to lift her up or support her, but his hands went to her breasts. He pinched her nipples so hard she squealed. "Keep sucking," he demanded. She tried to drive his cock down her throat but she was in the wrong position.
He raised her head and looked at her briefly. He then moved behind her and took her doggy style. Unable to support herself, she tried to keep her head up, but soon found herself face down in the sheets, held up by her shoulders, ass in the air. Now he grabbed the bundle of knots at her back for leverage. The ropes pulled tight on her arms but the many strands kept them from biting into her skin too hard. The result was that she felt both helpless and supported.
The Professor pushed her forward until she lay flat out. He was now on top of her and she could feel his stomach and sides with her hands. The sensation was surreal to her. He slowed too soon, however, and rolled off her to lay on his back.
"Sit up and let me look at you," he commanded. She rolled to her side and struggled upright once more. She sat cross legged, leaning slightly forward. Her hair was all in her face and the only thing she could do to push it away was to blow on it. "Do you want some more rum?" She said she did. "OK, go get our glasses and bring the bottle here."
"But ..." she began.
"Go on!" He emphasized the order by giving her a push. She fell over backwards and had to roll to her side again. She got her feet on the floor and stood up.
The lights were still on in the living-room. The two glasses were on the coffee table. She turned around and knelt down to take one in each hand. At the liquor cabinet, she eyed the bottle. It wasn't a big bottle, but it was glass and more than half full. It was too heavy to carry in her teeth. She thought about trying to slip it through her ropes and hit on another idea instead.
She set down one of the glasses and used that hand to pick up the bottle. Then, turning around, she bent over and took the other glass with her lips. "I'm glad we were doing shots and not Margaritas," she thought as she made her way back to the bedroom.
She put the glass down on the side table and then the bottle and remaining glass. He looked at her expectantly. "You don't expect me to pour, do you?" She looked sideways at him then tried to shrug her shoulders. She turned and grabbed the bottle by the neck. It had a cork stopper instead of a twist top. It was pushed in only slightly so she was able to pop it off with her thumb. The stopper dropped on the floor somewhere.
She touched the glass with her other hand then moved until she felt the bottle touch it. Carefully, she leaned sideways and tipped her hand until the liquor flowed out. She estimated the amount of pour then straightened and turned to look. The glass was nearly full, but she had not spilled it. She repeated the trick with the other glass, able to fill it half way this time. She was quite proud of her accomplishment.
Kensington was also pleased, giving her the same look he gave a student who made a good point during class. He held out a hand, not to shake hers, obviously, but as if she was going to hand him one of the glasses. She bent and took the half full glass in her lips. She bent and offered it to him. "Thank you, Miss Kelly. Bonus points for ingenuity and creativity." She couldn't help but grin at this.
He held the glass to his lips and waited. "Well, go on, girl." She looked at the nearly full glass. She did the only thing she could do. She knelt down and sipped from the top. Once she had taken a few sips, though, she couldn't get at the rest without upsetting it. He sat beside her and watched her struggle. She tried to use her tongue to lap it it, but all she could get was an infuriating taste. "Need some help, do you?"
He was reaching for the glass when he changed his mind and stood. Reaching for the glass again, he dipped the head of his semi-hard penis into the liquor. "Here." His penis was mere inches from her face. She bend a bit lower and took the end into her mouth. It was soft, wet, and slightly cool to her hot mouth. She used her lips on it, sucking gently. Her attentions soon had it sticking straight out where she could suck it properly, as proper as she could without the aid of her arms and hands. He dipped his head into the glass once more, with some degree of difficulty, and offered her another taste.
"Good girl," he said. He picked up the glass and tipped a bit into her mouth. Before she could swallow, his lips were pressed against hers and they kissed passionately. Rhiannon was more frustrated than ever not to be able to use her hands. She wanted to grab hold of him and pull him to her, to put his hands on her breasts, to put her own hands into his hair.
As they kissed, he pulled her to her feet. Her body was pressed against his but her hands were helpless to hold him. Without warning, he pushed her back on the futon. She tried to catch herself with her knee, but he pushed again and she fell on her back. He was upon her then, between her legs and guiding his cock into her. She spread her legs, it was the only thing she could do.
He slid in and fucked her hard. She clutched at the sheets with her bound hands, in agony at not being able to claw at his back, and he continued to violate her. His body pressed down on hers. She raised her head toward his and he kissed her once more, ramming his tongue into her just as his cock did.
She came. The mistreatment and helplessness had been building up inside her was suddenly released in a great swell of orgasmic sensations. She moaned loudly, almost crying out as she pleasure overcame her senses. He was still on top of her, holding her shoulders tightly as he jack-hammered into her.
Panting, he stopped and lay back against the cushions. She felt like a pile of rags. She lay there for a moment, gathering her wits, then rolled to her side. He had slumped down onto his back. His cock was still plenty hard. She crawled over to him and began licking it; not sucking it this time, just licking. She could taste her juices on him.
"Climb up here," he said. She rose up, turned to face him and carefully she drew one leg over to straddle his body. She didn't think she could get him inside unaided, so she pressed her pussy lips down against his cock to make him excited. She could feel her juices mixing with the saliva she left on his cock. Her plan worked. He reached between her legs and provided a steady target on to which she lowered herself.
She sighed as his cock pushed up into her. She bit her lower lip and looked down at him with a smile. He responded by cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. This supported her enough that she was able to lean forward and slide up and down more easily. She could feel his hairy balls on her ass cheeks as she rocked her hips. What was better was that she could feel him move around inside her.
Wanting more leverage, she pulled her feet under her hips to squat. She gingerly raised herself up and dropped down hard, pounding him deep inside her. Once she had the right motion, she increased her rhythm and fucked him hard. He put his hands on her shoulders to help steady her. "Oh yeah, that's good," he said, looking into her eyes.
Unused to that position, she soon tired. He had her put her legs back and pulled her head down next to his. "Let me just fuck you for a bit," he said. He put his hands on her shoulders and started rocking his hips up and down, going in and out of her. He wasn't as deep as he was before, but the motion was delightful and she liked being held against his strong chest this way. The ropes added a bit of spiciness to the experience. She pressed her lips to his and fed him her tongue.
His hands went from her shoulders to folded elbows and then to her hands. He then reach down and squeezed her ass cheeks as he thrust in and out. When he found his way to her asshole, he massaged it gently and slowly pushed one finger into her. Rhiannon responded with an encouraging moan. He picked up the pace. He was thrusting so hard that she could feel his balls hit her. When he finally slowed to a stop, she whispered, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"
"You want me to fuck your ass?" he murmured back.
She nodded. "Yeah, anything you want, Professor Kensington." She liked calling him that.
He gave her a quick kiss then gently rolled her off him. She didn't like the void he left inside her, but she knew she would be filled again soon. She put her shoulders on the sheets and bent her knees so her ass was high and inviting. He reached over to the small side table and picked up a tube of lubricant. He was well prepared. Putting a bit on the end of a finger, he reached over and played with her asshole. His finger slid in easily, as she knew it would. He worked it in and out for a bit, then added a second finger. Rhiannon closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.
He leaned in to her ear and whispered "You want my cock in there, do you Miss Kelly?"
"Uh-huh," she whispered back. His two fingers were all the way in, now. He rotated them and slid them in and out. He moved behind her and applied lube to his cock with his free hand. When the fingers came out, she could feel the broad soft tip of his penis pressing against her sphincter. She pushed and it opened to let him in. As the tapered head slid in, she could almost picture his shaft sliding into her ass as she knelt there like an offering. He patiently pushed forward until his balls grazed her pussy lips and his pelvis pressed in on her ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah," she moaned.
She brushed the hair from her cheek and said, "Where's my cock, Miss Kelly?"
"In my ass, Professor Kensington," she replied formally. "It feels so good," she added after a moment. He withdrew a tiny amount and pushed back in. Rhiannon squirmed. He pulled out a bit more and pushed back in again. She felt deliciously stretched out. "Fuck my ass, sir," she implored. He started going in and out with purpose, pulling most of the way out and shoving back into her rectum. "Oh my god!" she moaned.
She wanted desperately to reach beneath herself so she could play with her clit. She thought how she would work her magic on the little pink bud as she thought about the cock thrusting in and out, violating her ass. She would work her fingers in and out of her pussy while thumbing her clit to bring herself off. She let out another loud moan as the orgasm rocked her. She felt it coming on yet it still took her by surprise.
He grabbed the knots on her back tightly to hold her firm while he continued his assault. He pushed her down, laying her flat. Her fingers could now touch his stomach again. With his legs on either side of hers, she was effectively pinned beneath him. She could feel the rocking of his hips against her ass cheeks and the thrusting of his hard cock in her rectum. His mouth was right beside her ear and his hot breath fell upon her cheek. When he took her earlobe into his mouth and bit, she came again in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Cum," she said, "Cum inside me. I want your cum inside me." She felt him reach down and hold one hand against her empty pussy. She wished he would play with her clit, but he just held his hand there, one finger in her pussy.
His rhythm changed, slowed. "Oh," he said, huskily, "I'm cumming. Oh, yeah, I'm cumming." Rhiannon could imagine his cock spewing jets of white sticky semen into her bowels. "Oh, yeah!" he repeated. She knew he had finished, but he continued to thrust in and out, ever so slowly. She squeezed her ass to feel if his cock had yet to subside. He was still hard.
He pulled his arms from beneath her and supported his weight on his elbows. His cock continued to throb in her ass. She continued to give it a squeeze now and then to test its turgidity. "Mmmm," he said, softly. "You should have asked for help during the year, we could have done this sooner."
"Would you have given me better marks?"
"Goodness no, but I would have made sure you learned everything. I have tutored a few students in my career."' She liked the idea of being tutored by him. She imagined coming to his home with her books and papers, sitting at the couch and reviewing material, then fucking like two wild animals.
He stirred, raising himself up. His cock oozed out her ass and left her wanting. He got to his knees and then stood up to walk to the toilet. She just lay on her stomach, thinking about the life he excreted into her moments ago. The soft sheets felt good on the hard bed and she didn't want to move. When he returned, he stroked her buttocks and loosened the knots.
It took a few minutes to get the ropes off. When her arms were free, the first thing she did was wrapped her arms around him and kiss him. It felt so good to squeeze him finally! When she went to the toilet, she could see the marks the rope had left on her. She regretted not checking herself out in the mirror when she was still tied up.
She returned to find Professor Kengsington stretched out on his back, arms folded behind his head. She climbed in and snuggled next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. He responded by wrapping that arm around her and pressing his lips to the top her head. Her hand drifted down his chest, over his stomach, finally resting on that gland she enjoyed so much. She held it lightly in her hand. She drifted off to sleep as she wondered when it would impale her once more.
Rhiannon Kelly thought herself a good judge of men, but Professor Kensington had her rather perplexed. There were some things on which she scored top marks; for example, his place was resplendent in books. Nonfiction outweighed the fiction by a margin of ten to one but his impressive collection of art books came as a surprise. Doubly surprising was that the walls held no paintings but only a couple of rather old-looking silk and wool shawls hanging on wooden frames, and a few copper ornaments, green with age. She was sure he had photographs of the places he had visited, but there were none to be seen.
The kitchen, although small and with few appliances, proved to be equipped with exquisite knives, well used cutting boards, heavy-duty steel pots and cast iron pans. The fridge was full of fresh vegetables. She thought he would be more the Chinese take-out type.
His liquor cabinet was not stocked with scotch, as she imagined, but bottles of port and numerous varieties of rum. "Come to think of it," she mused aloud, "he does look a bit like a pirate sometimes." The smallest room in the apartment was his office. A small desk held his computer. The rest of the space was filled with shelving, jammed with journals and papers. The largest room was his bedroom. It was not the four-poster Edwardian she imagined (and she had fantasized about his bed often enough as she sat through his lectures), but a thick futon on a heavy frame. The Japanese cabinetry and lanterns threw her for a loop as well.
She was delighted to discover the Jacuzzi in the bathroom. She intended to take a shower, but the tub called to her. She was sure Professor Kensington wouldn't mind coming home to discover his former student soaking there. She turned the faucet, adjusted the water and stripped off her clothes. While she waited, she used the toothbrush from her bag to clean her teeth.
She was disappointed to not find any bath bubbles. She did find a disposable razor beneath the sink, though. While she had shaved that morning, she thought a touch-up was in order. Padding back to the living room, she poured herself a glass of amber rum and returned to the bathroom. She eased into the tub, sliding down to her chin into the blissful warm water.
She sipped the liquor and contemplated her day. "What a day!" she said aloud. Most women would arrive home after a long day at work and whine about how much they hated their jobs and how little they were paid. She managed to do four jobs in one day and made a bundle! Charles had set her up nicely with the video shoot and the bar gig, but the strip club and private party was a bonus! Furthermore, what good fortune to meet a man about whom she had so often fantasized while sitting in his classroom!
She never would have thought Professor Kensington the sort who had friends who hired a stripper, particularly a stripper who provided full service. She couldn't imagine him being the sort to pay for sex. She wondered if he had affairs with his students. She heard enough rumors about other faculty members to know it was not an uncommon practice.
The water was beginning to chill and he had yet to arrive. She quickly soaped up, ran the razor over her pubes and rinsed off. She pulled the plug and grabbed a thick towel from the rack.
She looked at herself in the mirror. She had washed the make up from her face, so, she added a bit of eye-liner, rouge and lipstick. She looked fresh and ready for another fucking.
With the towel wrapped around her, she returned to the living room and poured another shot of rum. She browsed his books again. She was drawn to the art volumes, but a small collection on a bottom shelf caught her eye. She recognized a few of the them, including two volumes from Anaïs Nin, "The Story of O," "Venus in Furs," and some more modern erotic works. Her curiosity was piqued even further.
She went back to the bedroom. Putting the towel on a bench there, she pulled back the covers and slipped in. The mattress was very firm, the sheets were luxurious. "His bed," she thought, "and I'm in it." She wondered what her former classmates would think. Despite the long day, she was too excited to fall asleep.
She heard footsteps on the stair and the door opening. She leaped up and walked quickly to entrance, wearing nothing but a smile. He put his briefcase beside the door and looked her over. It suddenly occurred to her that she should have taken the bag from his hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek like a good little Stepford Wife. Would he have liked that?
She stood there, stark naked, doing her best to look cute. She always felt like a little schoolgirl in his presence. "Well, Miss Kelly, you seem to have made yourself at home." He gave her that big warm smile that would normally have wet her panties. She almost giggled.
He stepped beside her and put his arm around her waist. His face came close but he did not kiss her, instead saying, "I always thought you were a good girl."
Rhiannon was a loss for words. She was sure he was just teasing her, but he sounded so serious. If he made her feel little before, she felt even smaller, now. Her knees were weak beneath his cool gaze. She lowered her eyes; then she lowered her body in submission. She slipped from his arm as she went to her knees ... and proceeded to unbuckle his pants. She pulled out his cock and sucked it into her warm, wet mouth.
"My," he said, placing a large hand on the back of her head, "you are a good girl, indeed." He let her blow him for a few minutes before pulling her to her feet. "Come, let's have a drink."
"I ... I left my glass in your bedroom," she stammered.
"Well, run along and get it then." He gave her ass a slap and she hurried back to the bedroom to retrieve her still full glass of rum. He had already poured himself a double shot of dark liquor. His pants were laying across a chair, but he still wore his boxer shorts. He looked rather comical, but she didn't dare smile.
Seeing that she did not require a refill, he raised his glass to her and she lightly touched his. She looked down at the liquor as she eagerly tipped it toward her lips. "Tsk, tsk! My dear, if you are going to drink a toast, you best do it properly." She stopped and looked puzzled. "When you are with someone else, maintain eye contact as you drink. Let's try that again, shall we?" Their glasses met. "Sláinte!" She gazed into his eyes as she took the drink to her lips. She was feeling a warmth inside her before she even swallowed. "Very good," he said with a wink.
"Do you know where the toast came from?" She shook her head. He looked at the rum while his free hand found its way to her hip. He stroked her bare flank and continued. "There are plenty of scatterbrain theories, but the most popular is that it is a derivation on an offering to the gods." His hand drifted between her legs, cupping her sex in his palm. His fingers played with her lips. "They would hold up the wine, or the blood of some sacrificed animal, or worse, and offer it so." He held the glass aloft and gazed off into the distance. "Why the devil we clink glasses, no one really knows."
He had one finger deep inside her, but he was not moving it, just holding it there. "Sorry to bore you with such trivia. So, tell me, how long have you been dancing for a living?" She was so busy concentrating on the hand between her legs that she nearly missed the question.
"Oh, I, uh, only started tonight."
"Nonsense," he said with a scowl.
"Really! I was ..." How should she put this? "I was doing a waitress job at a club today and they asked me if I wanted to dance. I'd never done that, but I thought I'd try it." This whole week was full of firsts, she thought. "I wasn't sure if I'd be any good but I was really happy that they asked me." She was babbling. He stood there as nonchalantly as he did in his classroom, but he had his finger poking up into her pussy. "I did OK because then they asked me if I wanted to do this party ... and I said yes."
"Did you know what we wanted?" She looked down demurely and nodded. "You've done that before? Have sex with a lot of men, I mean?"
She nodded again. After a moment, she swallowed and whispered "I'm a slut."
"Yes, I suppose you are. Aren't you?" He pulled out the finger from her and held it near her face; it glistened with her dew. She took hold of his hand and, looking him right in his eye, drew it to her mouth where she licked the digit that had just vacated her body. "I like sluts," he said quietly. She closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around his finger, and worked up and down just as she had done with his cock.
Setting his glass on the cabinet, he put his hand between her legs again and pulled her close to kiss her. She wondered if he could taste her juices on her lips. His mouth devoured hers as his fingers snaked inside her. She spread her legs more and held her arms out in an effort to steady herself and not spill her drink. He pushed her until she bent backwards, supporting her with a hand in the middle of her back.
He pulled her upright, turned her around and made her bend over. She had the good sense to put the glass down because a moment later she felt his hard dick slide straight home into her pussy. He held her hips and rammed into her mercilessly. Just as suddenly, he stopped. He turned her around again and pushed his cock toward her face. She grabbed it with both hands and started sucking.
She was worried he was ready to cum, but he let her suck him only a few minutes before pulling her to her feet again. He walked over to the music system and asked her what type of music she liked. She wasn't sure how to reply. If she picked something he didn't like ... "Oh, please put on something you like, sir. I was wondering what sort of music you listened to." Tentatively, she took a seat on the couch.
"You know, now that we are, uh, better acquainted, you can call me Max."
"I like calling you Professor ... and I like when you treat me like a, uh, student." She was about to say "little girl," but thought better of it. She gazed up at him, "It ... turns me on." He smiled at this and turned back to the stereo. The sound that issued forth was an ethereal trance rhythm. She was expecting jazz or something classical. Another surprise.
He sat down next to her on the couch. "I wasn't sure if you'd be here when I got home. I wondered if you'd turn tail."
"What? And miss a chance to check out your place? I've never been to a faculty member's home and I always wondered what yours looked like."
"So you're not a Tweed jacket groupie?" When he explained what he meant, she asked if that was a real thing. "I doubt there are girls who choose their classes based on their chances with the teacher, but there are certainly some who seek better grades through, uh, mutually beneficial arrangements. The Tweed jacket groupie spends her academic days, or evenings, trying to bed as many faculty as she can. There are all sorts of interesting fetishes in our world."
She told him that she admired his art books then admitted that she found his erotica section. He asked if she had read any of them. "Yeah, I've read parts of a few of them, but they're too tame. If I want something to turn me on, I prefer watching porn."
"What kind of porn do you like?"
"Hardcore. I don't want any stories, just show me people fucking."
"Speaking of people fucking," he started. He set down his drink and pushed her back on the couch. She opened her legs for him and he started licking her. He only did so to get her wet because moments later he mounted her, his hard cock gliding right back inside her. She lifted her face and kissed him.
As he pumped in and out, she hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He shifted from one arm to the other to pull it off completely. Now she could hold his bare chest next to hers. She was disappointed when he stopped and got up. "I want to fuck that pretty face again." He turned her around on the couch so her head hung over the edge. He straddled her and lowered his cock into her eager mouth.
He forced his cock between her lips, taking shallow strokes at first, then venturing deeper. Rhiannon made choking sounds, but didn't try to stop him. In fact, she reached around and pulled him closer to urge him deeper. While she was no deep throat expert, she was pretty good at it and wanted to see how much she could take. The head of his cock was pushing right into her throat, cutting off her air with every stroke. She tried to breath through her nose on every upstroke.
When he was done, her eyes were watering from the effort, tears streaking across her forehead to her hair. He pulled his cock out, leaving a glistening strand of saliva between his dick and her lips. He shifted slightly, positioning his balls above her mouth. They were too hairy for her liking, but she sucked them eagerly, trying hard to get two in her mouth at the same time.
He spun her around then and fucked her pussy once more. He started by holding her shoulders, but was soon grabbing her tits in each hand. Rhiannon arched her back in pleasure. He pinched her nipples, first playfully, then harder and harder until she moaned aloud.
After a few minutes, he slumped back on the couch and let out a long sigh while she tried to sit up and gather her wits. Getting fucked hard always gave her a euphoric high. After a moment, he stood; then reaching down, he took her hand and pulled her up. He turned off the stereo and, still holding her hand, led her down the hallway.
Rhiannon felt almost giddy. She was walking hand in hand with her professor. She was walking hand in hand with her professor and both of them were naked. She imagined them walking through the halls of the university.
"Ah, you have indeed made yourself at home," he said, seeing the crumpled bed covers. He lay down and she joined him. They kissed deeply and Rhiannon felt herself getting even wetter. "You are quite a good little cocksucker, Miss Kelly." She grinned. Taking the hint, she slipped downward and did her best to impress him further with her technique.
She was trying all her tricks on him. Using just her mouth, using one hand on his shaft an the other on his balls, sucking the tip while stroking with two hands, everything she could think of. He spun her around so they could do sixty-nine. While his cock was buried in her throat, his tongue was probing her pussy. She didn't care much for this position, but if it made him happy, she was happy.
He rolled her over onto her back and pushed his cock inside again. "You know, I like your mouth, but I like your pussy, too." He fucked her slowly for a few minutes, just enjoying riding her. "Are you into rope play?" Rhiannon wasn't exactly sure what he meant. "You know, getting tied up."
"Well, I've been handcuffed a few times, but no ropes."
"You liked the handcuffs?"
"Yeah. I was handcuffed to the top of the bed and couldn't really move. I felt helpless and he just fucked me."
"Well, I think you'll like being tied up, then." He fucked her hard and Rhiannon held on to him, knowing she would soon be unable to do so. He pulled out with some reluctance, then went to the closet. She lay there, just watching him, her legs still spread.
When he turned around he had a coil of black rope. As he stretched it out to its full length, he gestured for her to sit up. "Put your hands behind your back and grab your elbows." He wrapped the rope around her forearms. It was not tight; she thought it would be very easy to slip out. He took the rope and looped it once around the top of her chest, over her arms. He did something behind her and the rope came around for another loop in the same spot. With a shrug, she could have slipped from this part of the bond as well.
He next pushed the rope beneath her armpits on each side and around the rope there. This pulled it slightly tighter. With some small degree of alarm, she realized that this prevented her from shrugging off the loop wrapped around her chest. From the back, he made another two loops around her body, this time below her breasts, pinning her arms once again to her side. He guided the rope between her side and her arm, the same way he did with the earlier strand. A gentle pull and her arms were effectively locked at her sides. She realized she could no longer slip her hands from the initial loop.
The rope came over her shoulder now, making one wrap around the original loop and then down to the bottom loop. He brought it back over her other shoulder after making one more wrap about that upper loop. The result looked like a badly designed bra with braids of rope circling her breasts.
"How does that feel?" he asked. She tested her bonds. She could move her arms only a little, but they were otherwise immobile. She could move her hands, but they were held fast behind her back.
"I thought you were just going to tie me to the bed."
"This takes more time, but it's more fun, don't you think?" He had that big smile on his face. He put his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushed her sideways. She went to hold out her arms to catch herself, but they were pinned. With a very unfeminine grunt, she fell sideways onto the futon.
Still smiling, he straddled one of her legs and guided his cock into her. He held her shoulder and other knee for leverage as he thrust hard. Although she could move her legs, she was pretty much pinned. She was his to with as he wanted and right now he was giving her a good fucking.
He stopped and knelt back on his heels, his glistening cock standing at attention in his lap. "Come here, cocksucker." She struggled to get upright then hobbled to him on her knees. She bent down and sucked him. She was frustrated being unable to use her arms for support or her hands for stroking his dick. He helped by thrusting with his hips. She was starting to get the hang of it. He stopped and put his hands under her. She thought he was going to lift her up or support her, but his hands went to her breasts. He pinched her nipples so hard she squealed. "Keep sucking," he demanded. She tried to drive his cock down her throat but she was in the wrong position.
He raised her head and looked at her briefly. He then moved behind her and took her doggy style. Unable to support herself, she tried to keep her head up, but soon found herself face down in the sheets, held up by her shoulders, ass in the air. Now he grabbed the bundle of knots at her back for leverage. The ropes pulled tight on her arms but the many strands kept them from biting into her skin too hard. The result was that she felt both helpless and supported.
The Professor pushed her forward until she lay flat out. He was now on top of her and she could feel his stomach and sides with her hands. The sensation was surreal to her. He slowed too soon, however, and rolled off her to lay on his back.
"Sit up and let me look at you," he commanded. She rolled to her side and struggled upright once more. She sat cross legged, leaning slightly forward. Her hair was all in her face and the only thing she could do to push it away was to blow on it. "Do you want some more rum?" She said she did. "OK, go get our glasses and bring the bottle here."
"But ..." she began.
"Go on!" He emphasized the order by giving her a push. She fell over backwards and had to roll to her side again. She got her feet on the floor and stood up.
The lights were still on in the living-room. The two glasses were on the coffee table. She turned around and knelt down to take one in each hand. At the liquor cabinet, she eyed the bottle. It wasn't a big bottle, but it was glass and more than half full. It was too heavy to carry in her teeth. She thought about trying to slip it through her ropes and hit on another idea instead.
She set down one of the glasses and used that hand to pick up the bottle. Then, turning around, she bent over and took the other glass with her lips. "I'm glad we were doing shots and not Margaritas," she thought as she made her way back to the bedroom.
She put the glass down on the side table and then the bottle and remaining glass. He looked at her expectantly. "You don't expect me to pour, do you?" She looked sideways at him then tried to shrug her shoulders. She turned and grabbed the bottle by the neck. It had a cork stopper instead of a twist top. It was pushed in only slightly so she was able to pop it off with her thumb. The stopper dropped on the floor somewhere.
She touched the glass with her other hand then moved until she felt the bottle touch it. Carefully, she leaned sideways and tipped her hand until the liquor flowed out. She estimated the amount of pour then straightened and turned to look. The glass was nearly full, but she had not spilled it. She repeated the trick with the other glass, able to fill it half way this time. She was quite proud of her accomplishment.
Kensington was also pleased, giving her the same look he gave a student who made a good point during class. He held out a hand, not to shake hers, obviously, but as if she was going to hand him one of the glasses. She bent and took the half full glass in her lips. She bent and offered it to him. "Thank you, Miss Kelly. Bonus points for ingenuity and creativity." She couldn't help but grin at this.
He held the glass to his lips and waited. "Well, go on, girl." She looked at the nearly full glass. She did the only thing she could do. She knelt down and sipped from the top. Once she had taken a few sips, though, she couldn't get at the rest without upsetting it. He sat beside her and watched her struggle. She tried to use her tongue to lap it it, but all she could get was an infuriating taste. "Need some help, do you?"
He was reaching for the glass when he changed his mind and stood. Reaching for the glass again, he dipped the head of his semi-hard penis into the liquor. "Here." His penis was mere inches from her face. She bend a bit lower and took the end into her mouth. It was soft, wet, and slightly cool to her hot mouth. She used her lips on it, sucking gently. Her attentions soon had it sticking straight out where she could suck it properly, as proper as she could without the aid of her arms and hands. He dipped his head into the glass once more, with some degree of difficulty, and offered her another taste.
"Good girl," he said. He picked up the glass and tipped a bit into her mouth. Before she could swallow, his lips were pressed against hers and they kissed passionately. Rhiannon was more frustrated than ever not to be able to use her hands. She wanted to grab hold of him and pull him to her, to put his hands on her breasts, to put her own hands into his hair.
As they kissed, he pulled her to her feet. Her body was pressed against his but her hands were helpless to hold him. Without warning, he pushed her back on the futon. She tried to catch herself with her knee, but he pushed again and she fell on her back. He was upon her then, between her legs and guiding his cock into her. She spread her legs, it was the only thing she could do.
He slid in and fucked her hard. She clutched at the sheets with her bound hands, in agony at not being able to claw at his back, and he continued to violate her. His body pressed down on hers. She raised her head toward his and he kissed her once more, ramming his tongue into her just as his cock did.
She came. The mistreatment and helplessness had been building up inside her was suddenly released in a great swell of orgasmic sensations. She moaned loudly, almost crying out as she pleasure overcame her senses. He was still on top of her, holding her shoulders tightly as he jack-hammered into her.
Panting, he stopped and lay back against the cushions. She felt like a pile of rags. She lay there for a moment, gathering her wits, then rolled to her side. He had slumped down onto his back. His cock was still plenty hard. She crawled over to him and began licking it; not sucking it this time, just licking. She could taste her juices on him.
"Climb up here," he said. She rose up, turned to face him and carefully she drew one leg over to straddle his body. She didn't think she could get him inside unaided, so she pressed her pussy lips down against his cock to make him excited. She could feel her juices mixing with the saliva she left on his cock. Her plan worked. He reached between her legs and provided a steady target on to which she lowered herself.
She sighed as his cock pushed up into her. She bit her lower lip and looked down at him with a smile. He responded by cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. This supported her enough that she was able to lean forward and slide up and down more easily. She could feel his hairy balls on her ass cheeks as she rocked her hips. What was better was that she could feel him move around inside her.
Wanting more leverage, she pulled her feet under her hips to squat. She gingerly raised herself up and dropped down hard, pounding him deep inside her. Once she had the right motion, she increased her rhythm and fucked him hard. He put his hands on her shoulders to help steady her. "Oh yeah, that's good," he said, looking into her eyes.
Unused to that position, she soon tired. He had her put her legs back and pulled her head down next to his. "Let me just fuck you for a bit," he said. He put his hands on her shoulders and started rocking his hips up and down, going in and out of her. He wasn't as deep as he was before, but the motion was delightful and she liked being held against his strong chest this way. The ropes added a bit of spiciness to the experience. She pressed her lips to his and fed him her tongue.
His hands went from her shoulders to folded elbows and then to her hands. He then reach down and squeezed her ass cheeks as he thrust in and out. When he found his way to her asshole, he massaged it gently and slowly pushed one finger into her. Rhiannon responded with an encouraging moan. He picked up the pace. He was thrusting so hard that she could feel his balls hit her. When he finally slowed to a stop, she whispered, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"
"You want me to fuck your ass?" he murmured back.
She nodded. "Yeah, anything you want, Professor Kensington." She liked calling him that.
He gave her a quick kiss then gently rolled her off him. She didn't like the void he left inside her, but she knew she would be filled again soon. She put her shoulders on the sheets and bent her knees so her ass was high and inviting. He reached over to the small side table and picked up a tube of lubricant. He was well prepared. Putting a bit on the end of a finger, he reached over and played with her asshole. His finger slid in easily, as she knew it would. He worked it in and out for a bit, then added a second finger. Rhiannon closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.
He leaned in to her ear and whispered "You want my cock in there, do you Miss Kelly?"
"Uh-huh," she whispered back. His two fingers were all the way in, now. He rotated them and slid them in and out. He moved behind her and applied lube to his cock with his free hand. When the fingers came out, she could feel the broad soft tip of his penis pressing against her sphincter. She pushed and it opened to let him in. As the tapered head slid in, she could almost picture his shaft sliding into her ass as she knelt there like an offering. He patiently pushed forward until his balls grazed her pussy lips and his pelvis pressed in on her ass cheeks. "Oh, yeah," she moaned.
She brushed the hair from her cheek and said, "Where's my cock, Miss Kelly?"
"In my ass, Professor Kensington," she replied formally. "It feels so good," she added after a moment. He withdrew a tiny amount and pushed back in. Rhiannon squirmed. He pulled out a bit more and pushed back in again. She felt deliciously stretched out. "Fuck my ass, sir," she implored. He started going in and out with purpose, pulling most of the way out and shoving back into her rectum. "Oh my god!" she moaned.
She wanted desperately to reach beneath herself so she could play with her clit. She thought how she would work her magic on the little pink bud as she thought about the cock thrusting in and out, violating her ass. She would work her fingers in and out of her pussy while thumbing her clit to bring herself off. She let out another loud moan as the orgasm rocked her. She felt it coming on yet it still took her by surprise.
He grabbed the knots on her back tightly to hold her firm while he continued his assault. He pushed her down, laying her flat. Her fingers could now touch his stomach again. With his legs on either side of hers, she was effectively pinned beneath him. She could feel the rocking of his hips against her ass cheeks and the thrusting of his hard cock in her rectum. His mouth was right beside her ear and his hot breath fell upon her cheek. When he took her earlobe into his mouth and bit, she came again in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Cum," she said, "Cum inside me. I want your cum inside me." She felt him reach down and hold one hand against her empty pussy. She wished he would play with her clit, but he just held his hand there, one finger in her pussy.
His rhythm changed, slowed. "Oh," he said, huskily, "I'm cumming. Oh, yeah, I'm cumming." Rhiannon could imagine his cock spewing jets of white sticky semen into her bowels. "Oh, yeah!" he repeated. She knew he had finished, but he continued to thrust in and out, ever so slowly. She squeezed her ass to feel if his cock had yet to subside. He was still hard.
He pulled his arms from beneath her and supported his weight on his elbows. His cock continued to throb in her ass. She continued to give it a squeeze now and then to test its turgidity. "Mmmm," he said, softly. "You should have asked for help during the year, we could have done this sooner."
"Would you have given me better marks?"
"Goodness no, but I would have made sure you learned everything. I have tutored a few students in my career."' She liked the idea of being tutored by him. She imagined coming to his home with her books and papers, sitting at the couch and reviewing material, then fucking like two wild animals.
He stirred, raising himself up. His cock oozed out her ass and left her wanting. He got to his knees and then stood up to walk to the toilet. She just lay on her stomach, thinking about the life he excreted into her moments ago. The soft sheets felt good on the hard bed and she didn't want to move. When he returned, he stroked her buttocks and loosened the knots.
It took a few minutes to get the ropes off. When her arms were free, the first thing she did was wrapped her arms around him and kiss him. It felt so good to squeeze him finally! When she went to the toilet, she could see the marks the rope had left on her. She regretted not checking herself out in the mirror when she was still tied up.
She returned to find Professor Kengsington stretched out on his back, arms folded behind his head. She climbed in and snuggled next to him, putting her head on his shoulder. He responded by wrapping that arm around her and pressing his lips to the top her head. Her hand drifted down his chest, over his stomach, finally resting on that gland she enjoyed so much. She held it lightly in her hand. She drifted off to sleep as she wondered when it would impale her once more.
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