A catch all phrase and an office meeting

"Thanks for making time to meet with me, Professor Dawson," said Sam smugly relaxed in the chair across from her desk, legs spread wide as if he owned the place, "You see, I wanted to talk to you about my grades as I feel like I'm not doing as well as I'd like. In all my science courses, I'm averaging about 85 to 90 and set to be a straight a student if it wasn't for this one course bringing me down with my mark on track for 60% and all that's left being the final. I guess, I'm just a little confused about male dominance and could use some oral guidance."

"Well, I'm glad you've come to meet with me but I'm afraid it's a little late in the semester and frankly, your mark reflects your performance perfectly in this course, Sam. Just about every lecture, I bring up topics that prove the Patriarchy is real like ...umm...", paused the professor. Strangely, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to suck Sam's cock the moment she said the word Patriarchy, "about ...how boys are taught to prefer to play with toy trucks and girls taught to play with dolls. Even on a simple fact like that, you tried to undermine my authority," counter the professor, sitting behind the desk with some glee at the thought of failing this brat with clear male privilege just oozing out his pours. Dawson had every intention of failing this punk, hmmm, would it be as small as she imagined? err irregardless of how good his cock tasted, I mean how good Sam did on his final. "Geez, what am I thinking?" Dawson thought chastising herself.

"Yes, you were trying to explain the theory of Patriarchy," responded Sam noticing her licking her lips as he mentioned one of two trigger word to increase her obsession to give "oral guidance" to him. "It just seemed relevant to me to mention the propensity in apes to follow traditional male and female toy selection. As it does make one ponder about the concept of it being culturally taught from birth. As wild apes rarely watch tv, read books, see advertisements or take part in putting on historical plays, there seems to be no culture drivng this behaviour," responded Sam even more smug as he leaned forward, "It's almost like there's a biological basis for that phenomena and male dominance might just be natural."

Barely paying attention, fantasizing about opening up Sam's trousers, grabbing ahold of his waist band and pulling down his pants in one coordinated motion, Dawson barely was able to pay attention to the bullshit spewing from Sam's mouth. "If he wasn't such a Neanderthal and there weren't all of those rules designed to prevent her from hooking up with dominant, strong, masculine, virile college students like Sam; put in by dorks like the department head,..." trailed off Dawsons thought her head as she wondered if he wasn't so small after all, if he'd take her dominantly and rough. Shoving it all the way down her throat.... before shuttering at the thought as she knew she hated to suck cock. Or at least, she was sure she did when she started this conversation.

Dawson couldn't help but get lost in pleasant daydreams about the past. Musing as Sam drowned on about how contradictory, sexist or whatever feminism is. Her thoughts trailed to how difficult it is to get a job with a gender studies degree. Companies think you're a walking lawsuit waiting to happen because they are run by sexist old white men.

Dawson knew she was good looking and since two mornings ago, especially as she noticed none of her sports bras fit when she went to her all female gym this morning. Thankfully she was accustom to not wearing one outside the gym as bras are designed to constrict female sexuality otherwise she's sure those wouldn't fit either. She only wore one ever out of necessity of comfort while working out. It's funny but she been in such a playful mood that day. She had to have spent ten minutes outside her gym just twirling around in circles. If any men were nearby, the sexist pigs would be probably judging her body as they saw it from every angle against the sexist fantasy women portrayed in the media. The only downside was her yoga pants tore a seem ruining her good mood after ten minutes.

Thankfully, she had a swimsuit she'd brought to practice posing sexily in, which, as she thought about it was oddly out of character. She wasn't accustomed to practicing her sexuality overtly but the idea just struck her like the way her practice dildo she brought three nights ago had been striking the back of her throat for a few hours each night.

Impressively, she'd managed to learn to suppress her gag reflex surprisingly fast and was almost taking the comically large phallic symbol of oppression two thirds down. She figured, if she can swallow nine inches, she could manipulate any man into doing her bidding no matter how high up the patriarchal ladder his dick size had put him.

Strangely that brought her thoughts back to her boss. If dick size was all men cared about and not merit otherwise women would clearly occupy all the best positions, why was her boss's cock so puny. She'd learned that first hand trying to get a teaching position as a new gender studies masters degree graduate.

All she had to do was imply she'd be grateful if she got hired and that weasel jumped over hoops; and was still jumping over hoops to get her tenure thinking that would get him into her pants. "Pathetic weasel," laughed Dawson. God, she really needed to suck a cock badly she thought as Dawson mentioned male dominance again. What was it about that word that turned her on so much? She was dripping wet and wanted to know just how big, or not, he was. With her in mind, she slowly took down the top button of her blouse purposefully revealing her new growth.

Funny thing was, Dawson already had a plan to replace her boss as department head. Once she had tenure, she would start by claiming a sexual harassment allegation. She'd been getting him to send her naught texts for months and saving every single one. There would be a pile of evidence from him but all her flirting was done in person and in private. So to any observer, the relationship would look all one-sided, not solicited and not reciprocal. "He'd probably just give up the moment the allegations came out not wanting his small dick to become public record," laughed Dawson internally before tuning into what Sam was saying.

"So, since male dominance is clearly biological and not cultural, it's only natural you judge my merits as a student based upon my standing in the male dominance hierarchy and grade me accordingly, which would obviously be based upon cock size, performance in terms of sexual stamina and naturally the best way to evaluate this would be by giving my cock a throughout workout, orally," explained Sam calmly with a ridiculously big smirk.

Dawson was livid. She couldn't believe what Sam had just said here, in her office, even if she did have a burning need to suck cock that felt positively overwhelming. Even the implication she should adjust his grade based on anything other than his performance was insulting, "Sam! I can't just fix your grade no matter how desperately I want to suck on every cock that walks thru my door," never realizing how much she wanted to do that until the moment she said it. "It would be unfair to the female students who have no cocks at all for me to suck. How would I ever grade them? It doesn't make any sense. Besides, that all sound so...patriarchal of a marking system!" exclaimed the sexually frustrated professor who couldn't help but walk around the desk, not because she couldn't control herself as her need to suck every man's cock that entered her office overwhelmed her. "Of course, I want to help you out by sucking that delicious, thick, long meaty cock before me," Dawson shocked at what she just said, half by the power and conviction of her sentence creating the stunning realization, she really really did, "but I'm not some sorority college freshman who gets to suck cocks and keep her reputation in tack".

Proud she came up with a justification not to follow her hearts intense passionate desire to suck Sam all the way into her throat and show him how competent she'd become. "As after all, a woman can accomplish anything she wants to learn!" cheered Dawson thinking about how proud feminist fore'mothers' of thought would be of her accomplishing the goals she set out for herself as an independent strong Wyman.

Finishing walking around the desk with her practiced sexuality laced movements and striking a pose, before turning her neck, hoping a better vantage point would let her see just what awaited her Sam's pants she lost all composure the moment she saw... It. "There's no way I can adjust your grade based upon, HOLY FUCKING shit, based on how fucking gargantuan you are."

"Well, thank you, professor. You're too kind but do you feel that's really appropriate to be saying to a student? It's sexual..." said Sam genuinely but with an air of glee at hearing those words from his professor who had already possessed a stunningly beautiful face and fit body who had already resumed her path towards him and began sinking ever so slowly to get eyes while maintaining eye contact, "harassment"

"Worse yet, you're being pretty heteronormative" chastised Sam as her gaze shifted focused entirely on his impossible to be natural endowment. Appreciating the view of her butt lifted up in the air, eyes locked on his crotch as her hands gripped his legs, Sam continued his admonishment, "You haven't even taken the time to confirm I'm straight. You just presumed I'm CIS white male!"

Admiring the changes he'd made nearly in person to her butt lifted by the tilt forward to get a closer view of his enhanced manhood. Sam still remembered sitting in his car hearing the Australian bar tender gagging on his cock as he typed away on his laptop resting further down his legs, watching his professor turning around in circles as he played with adjusting the size and shape of her now incredible ass and tits. Oh how he'd plotted to make this moment perfect. "Perhaps I got some little carried away but it's hard to think straight with a half Asian woman he'd always wanted to get with doing those things with her tongue," justified Sam in his thoughts drifted to the bartender.

Jasmine had been a woman who responded to his request for a dance partner. They'd met at least a dozen times over last year but she was so free spirited and had just an amazing personality that her schedule was almost always jammed pack. Whether it was enthralled men or envious female friends wanting her company at a concert, charity event, fun run or some random ski event, she couldn't meet much more often. That certainly wasn't the case now as a quick type of her boss's name and she was frequently getting the day off with pay and another few lines typed and she was calling her favorite person to hang out. It didn't hurt that she was programmed to feel happy and blissful everytime they were together. It certainly didn't hurt that sucking his dick was now highly orgasmic with her coming stronger the more she took. She was addicted to the pleasure pleasing him provided and she hadn't even learned to go all the way yet mused Sam.

Jasmine had spent a lot of time in the same position as his professor was in now. Literately, kneeling before him, giving her the view of the object of her oral obsession. An object the most impressive of its kind within a hundred miles. Dawson on her needs knew tilting downwards gave a fantastic view of her new cleavage and the affect her new endowment had been having on men over the last two days. Heads were turning and necks cracking left and right so much walking down the hallways of the campus sounded like tap dancing.

"Easily that extra cup and a half and a few inches took her from an 8 to a 9.5" mused Sam and when he tightened her tush, lifted it and upper her size up top and down below to the point she was a walking wet dream. Poster girls of playboy models plastered across young men's rooms wouldn't even compare.

Already, Sam wagered if he just whipped it out, she'd be unable to control herself and just start sucking him off like it was her purpose in life and higher calling. "But a little bit more **** for this woman who made his life a little living hell and threatened his academic success seemed justified," rationalized Sam's decision to not just take this **** out on her mouth or ass quite yet.

"Quite frankly professor Dawson, I'm appalled at the audacity that you believe I'd let you suck my cock, without you committing to adjust to grade to reflect it's majesty, " said calmly standing up knocking the professor back onto her rear before walking around her and resting against her desk.

I get your concerns about women in your class and what to do about their grades. However, it would be perfectly in line with Feminism, to base a woman's grades not on her looks or body but on her academic performance, wouldn't it? and by sucking my cock, you'd be proving the Patriarchy is real as only in a Patriarchy could such a terribly sexist grading system be adopted by a feminist professor obsessed with male dominance, so you'll agree to this sooner or later" replied Sam as he watched his professor seemingly stunned look that Sam rejected her kneeling, willing and **** to deep throat him.

"Male dominance suggests you'll now realize I've been controlling you, the adjustments I've made to your body and how out of place your actions have been but be unable to leave, hurt me or speak over a whisper," stated Sam with glee waiting for the best part.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE !!" exclaimed Dawson in a tiny whisper, so stunned by the sudden shift in her awareness she was unable to contain herself, "You FUCKING douchebag. How dare you mess with my mind? I can't believe I practiced sucking cock, for YOU, of all people. I'm a lesbian! I only pretend to be interested in guys for power!"

"Oh, come, male dominance just has that affect on some women and you will tell me the truth always. How desperately do you want to have my cock down your throat?"

"Like a hundred on a scale of one to ten, " compelled to answer truthfully, Dawson said, followed by a quick, "Fuck you. Stop messing with my head God damn it!" even as she felt need to suck him off and her arousal intensifying. As she quickly got up from kneeling and did up her blouse button.

"Oh come on. I didn't mess with you head that bad. I bet you'd sucked cock to get ahead. Tell me, did your interview with your department head include some lip service?" asked Sam out of curiosity having always wanted to know.

"Yes, but I really needed the job which is nothing you're privileged white ass would now a thing about. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a job as a woman?" whispered the professor now standing and poking Sam in the chest doing no harm to emphasize certain words.

"You mean a woman with a gender studies degrees. Female engineers don't have that problem," chuckled Sam feeling the result his professor's need growing so strong as her hands stroked herself intimately over her clothing.

Yet not wanting his fun to be over, he pushed her hand away,"Male dominance can be worked into so many sentences and," pausing as his professor groaned in frustration at crying unable to suck him and her arousal doubling again, "I have places to be as I'm a busy hardworking student here to earn a real degree so you need my permission to do that... and to come and to speak in my presence but can speak normally when I'm not around," Sam sure to add that last bit so she couldn't berate him again and getting rid of the whole whisper only as she wouldn't be speaking again.

Watching the professor's eyes go wide in panic as she realized the consequences of his words. Furiously masturbating wanting to prove him wrong, unable to object or protest.

Sam had been imaging and plotting this moment for days. "Forget I ever said this sentence and the following sentences when I'm finished them but act upon them exactly as if commanded by the partirarchy overlord, " joked Sam but knowing how those two trigger words made this word her new reality.

"First, after I leave this office you're need to orally please me will decrease to a level of 1 out if ten subside but will double every hour and with it you'll have a corresponding desire for anal sex with new random student. You'll instinctively know that your need will reset to one of out ten when you do either action. So every few days or however long it takes for the doubling affect to overwhelm you, you'll have to either let a new student take your lesbian ass anally or submit to sucking me off for my pleasure. A student you currently hate with an intense passion no doubt. I wonder what you'll pick. Deepthroating the massive cock of your arch enemy or gamble on letting a new student have a go at you, praying they all keep quiet about your indescretions with students," said Sam setting up a game to see whether she'd become a campus whore with a reputation or his personal cock cleaner. Preferring the later, he added.

"Secondly, you'll gradually have a change of heart between now and the end of the year going from whatever you feel about me now to a fondness where you consider me a good friend," knowing that would encourage Dawson to probably choosing sucking someone she's fond of over anal with a stranger... some day.

"Thirdly, you'll adjust my grade to something in the nineties to boost my GPA and the irony if you hadn't been such a sexist bitch and just given my well researched papers undeserving marks, you'd never have come on my radar."

"Lastly, you'll believe your anal or oral newfound proclivities are unnatural and yet be unable to express it to anyone or then myself in private or ever link it to my doing. You'll will forget everything that happened in this office as soon as I walk out the door. Oh and you now have a huge dick fetish. You'll never question why you have an escalating desire for anal or oral as part your life. Male dominance says you should get back into your chair. You're still bound by all the new rules I've setup though except whenever you normally would," declared Sam as started to leave the office. Pausing to before closing the door, behind him to witness his furiously masturbating world-class beauty professor now masturbating behind her desk helplessly aroused way past the point of no return, to say, "you can come ".

Hearing his professor screaming out in intense orgasmic bliss before it become muffled had to be one of the best moments of glee in Sam's life ever. No doubt, the sudden silencing was not due to it's end, but rather her hand in fear of her colleagues determining where it's coming from. This was a university and not a brothel after all. "was" thought Sam. Sam was just overwhelming loving life at that moment, just thanking the Heavens for MasterPC for the billionth time and then counting to thirty before reopening the door. "Before you speak, let me explain," Sam said giving Dawson the permission she needs to speak in his presence, "I'm sorry I'm so late! I ran into this classmate. I really like her and she needed help on a problem set. This meeting completely slipped my mind. I thought I just heard a huge scream from somewhere down the hallway, weird huh? Did you hear it too?" asked Sam.

"Uh yeah. I think it come from outside in the courtyard," lied Dawson blushing fiercely from the most intense orgasm of her life still setting off mini after quakes in her body. "I am afraid I don't have any more time to discuss your.... grades this semester. You missed your opportunity. "stated Dawson formally as she could while trying to compose her post orgasmic self,only slightly momentarily distracted by the seemingly impossible sized buldge in this students pants. Just seeing it flared her fetish and soaked her.

The students constant cocky vibe and obstinacy to feminism suddenly made much more sense to her. He defended the Patriarch because he stood to gain in a male dominated society with a cock like that.

"Okay, I understand. Goodbye professor," said a dejected Sam who pretended to sulk and just the room.

"Good God, what would it be like to suck on a monster like that!?" thought Dawson as she moved to upgrade his mark to reflect her new understanding of his poor behavior. She never could understand why she wanted to suck the cock of every student who walked into her office. "Thank God I have a practice dildo as it's far better to submit to it than a real manhood such which just reinforce the patriarchal belief that student had a right to say body like hers. I'm going to go so hard on my practice dildo tonight. Clearly nice inches isn't enough to control all men,"mused the horny blissed out professor thinking about how good anal would be with the exception as she wrote a ninety four into the marking sheet. She couldn't help but feel a little bit a strange inclination towards the idea to just pickup a random student and let them have their way with her. That or suck that arrogant bastard's male chauvinist smile off thru his cock. "Really really to workout these fucking thoughts out of my head! God damn Patriarch! Why am I so horny? Fucking Sam and his delicious looking dick. God damn it."