Eventually

The Professor sat back down, his legs spread with Bunny still in between them. He saw that she had started to find herself again, out of the mindless daze that she had been in. Mischief tugged at the corner of his lips.

Unable to resist showing her new place, he held onto his sizeable cock and smacked her lips with it in playful admonishment. Bunny gazed back up at the man as he sat back down, a small surprised yelp escaping her lips as she almost jumped back from her lips being smacked by his cock.

“I said, do you understand my instructions? If you do, say Yes Professor and tell me how you will be dressed tomorrow.”

Thoughts of having sweet innocent Bunny dressed like a slut, sitting somewhere in his lecture hall, distracting the other boys with her tits and holding in her moans as he buzzed her wireless vibrator filled his mind. He couldnt wait for the sexy scene.

Her eyes widened as she looked back and forth between the vibrator in her hands and her professor, her frown growing into a more deeper and unsure one. One would've thought she would know her place by now, yet it was almost as if in her mind this little encounter of theirs was supposed to be a one-time deal.

"Professor Penn, I don't know if I can do that..." She gently mumbled, her gaze soon flickering down to the ground as realization began to set in her body. Suddenly, she grew self-conscious about the way she probably looked in the moment, knowing her makeup had been ruined. She contemplated the fact that she would have to be walking out of this office soon and pretend that nothing had happened within it. She wondered if she would be able to escape unseen. She knew that was far from likely - her campus was pretty popular.

Her lip slightly quivered at the thought, though she tried to hold the tears back. Post-climax clarity was hitting the poor girl like a truck, and now she was being told that she had to do some more degrading things? It made her wonder if it would be too late to drop the class without receiving a failing grade. There was no way she'd be able to face her professor again after she had left this room.

The Professor put a hand on Bunny’s chin and lifted her head up. Bunny was in full-on panic mode. He knew he had to brighten her up and reassure her that everything would be fine, or he might lose this beautiful prize forever.

“You can do this, Bunny. You already have done so well. You have served me so well. Now, I need you to be strong and to do this again tomorrow. If you manage this, I’ll give you the highest grade I can, and write you a glowing recommendation should you decide to further your education. I’m stern, but I’m fair. I just need you to earn it.”

He kissed the broken girl’s forehead gently, then put his arms around her and lifted her up on her feet.

They were both standing now. The Professor stepped forward and reached out, pulling the smaller girl into a hug.

It was an enveloping embrace, just like a scene in her manga he’d seen earlier. His right hand circled Bunny’s smaller shoulders, while his left hand pushed her head into his broad chest. Bunny’s ear was against his chest now, and he could feel her warm, sweet breath on him as she listened to his heartbeat. His hard cock was tucked between their bodies, resting on her belly, his balls against Bunny’s pussy lips. He kissed the top of her head, against her hair.

“If you continue to be my good girl, I’ll do everything I can to make you feel pleasure beyond anything you’ve imagined. All your fantasies can come true. All you need to do is to be a good girl and to listen to my every command. Can you do this for me?” His voice was deep and low, almost loving.

She gazed up at him, her eyes glossy once more. But this was a different type of glossy, one that threatened to spill tears of embarrassment and fear. The girl gently began to chew on her bottom lip, looking away with a sense of uncertainty at his words, though she was a bit encouraged by his offer.

Bunny fought back the deep frown that wanted to settle on her lips. Instead, a small puffy pout fell into place as she was embraced by the older man. Her head unconsciously nuzzled against his chest as she tried to calm herself down, while simultaneously trying to ignore the odd feeling growing in her stomach from the cock that rested on her stomach. Even if the moment was supposed to be more of a caring and gentle one, she still couldn't help but feel so lewd.

Her eyes closed for a second, relishing in the gentle embrace he had offered her before a small,l unsure sigh emerged in a small puff of air through her nose. Her head hesitantly nodded as she began to clutch the pink vibrator he had given her tightly. Could she really do this? She honestly had no idea. This was the first time she'd ever experienced anything like this and it had left her with so many conflicted feelings. But his promises were enticing to her, making her want to give in no matter how wrong the situation truly was.

John patted the girl on her head, knowing he had her. His cock throbbed on the soft skin of her bare stomach. He liked that they lined up so nicely. He liked knowing that, if he was all the way inside her, his cock would be exactly this deep in her womb. The thought got him leaking a little more precum. It was like he was branding her. The thought hadn't escaped her either, he knew.

“Good girl. Now, get your things and drive straight home. You may feel a mix of emotions, but you will be okay. Tomorrow, send me a photo of yourself in your outfit. Put the vibrator in your panties and use the attached magnet to hold it in place. Then come to my lecture. We’re reading de Beauvoir.”

He stepped back, and allowed the girl to gather her things.

“If you’re worried about the way you look and being recognised on your way back to the car, I have a box of surgical masks by the door. Put one on with a pair of sunglasses and your face will be covered up.”

"Yes, Professor," she gently mumbled, quickly putting her underwear and pants back on, fixing herself up as best she could before she gathered the rest of her things. Haphazardly, she shoved the erotic manga back into her bag — accidentally skipping over the soiled pink toy that she had dropped at the bottom of his desk.

She placed the surgical mask over her face as she had approached the door, and just as she was getting ready to place the sunglasses on, she looked back at the man with a confused look. "How do I send the picture to you?" She asked, her other hand clutching tightly onto her bookbag strap around her shoulder as she waited for an answer.

The Professor pulled out his phone and sent Bunny a text with just three words: “Your sluttiest top.”

He had already saved her number from the student directory, with student data available to professors teaching them, in case of emergency.

He wondered if she would be bright enough to deduce that he had clearly had his eye on her for a while now.

“Reply to that with your photo. If you need to hear my voice tonight, for any reason, you may call that number as well.”

He pulled his underwear and pants back on, signalling her dismissal from his office. His eyes fell on the pink dildo at the foot of his desk, but he kept silent. He would find a way to surprise her with it later.