Some work and a surprise visit

Sleep comes quickly, and so does the next morning. You pop out of bed and into the shower; after starting an exercise routine years ago, you’ve found that morning dredge isn’t a problem for you anymore. Baggy shorts and a loose-fitting, wet-resistant exercise short are your attire for your morning run. A man of your age with dress like that gets a few strange looks from other walkers and joggers, but you’ve always taken solace in the fact that you could have them, their daughters and their mothers screaming your name all at once if you wanted to.

After a short commute, you’re checking emails in your office. Given that your department is non-existent there’s a minimal amount of clutter and appointment-scheduling, so it doesn’t take long to get everything cleared up. A few questions about technique session tonight, a few emails just thanking you for the lesson, introductions and the like. You had taught a few students this dedicated in your previous teaching years, but it seemed as if the practical subject matter was really engaging and exciting the students. Or, more likely, they just really wanted your cock.

You spend a few hours planning future lessons; exploring different dimensions of submission, using specific kinks as object lessons, all that fun stuff. And if the kinks you choose just happen to align with all the perverted things you’ve always wanted to do to college girls? Well, that’s your right and your privilege as an educator.

God, you love your job.

You hear a timid knock at the door.

“Come in,” you say firmly.

You see the door open and an Asian girl with a braid emerges from behind it.

“Hello, Kate,” you say. “How can I help you?”

“Um, hi, Professor Doe.” She seems a bit nervous, which is probably fair given what little she knows about you.

“You can sit if you like, Kate. And John is fine if you’d prefer.”

“I-I think I’ll stick with Professor Doe. Thank you, though.” She takes a seat across from you and fixes her hair a bit before beginning to speak again. “Um, I was wanting to talk to you about, like, the class? Like, what we’re expected to do, how we’ll get a grade, that kind of thing. If that’s okay.”

“Of course. The syllabus describes our concepts in broad strokes, you can find that in your university email. In terms of grading, I’ll be giving out weekly homework assignments on Wednesdays.” You finish typing a sentence on your laptop, then close it and give Kate your undivided attention. “You’ll be required to demonstrate some of the concepts we review that week with a partner. I don’t think it would be fair for me to give you a headstart on this week’s assignment, so I won’t give you a specific example just yet, but I can tell you a bit about the format if you’d like.”

“Yes! Um, I mean, yes, sir. Or, Professor. I’d love to hear more.” She’s openly blushing, her breathing flustered and her eyes wide and her posture confused. She’s truly adorable like this.

“So, I’ll want you to perform some sort of sexual act with a partner and submit proof along with some of your thoughts on the experience. Normally proof will be in the form of a video, but other formats will be possible if that’s not something you’re comfortable with, and I’ll be available to discuss alternative approaches at any point.” She just nods, so you continue.

“You can use partners from your personal lives if you wish, boyfriends or friends or strangers who are up for it or whoever. If you have safety concerns or would prefer somebody with a bit more vetting, we also have a roster of grad students who are experienced doms and happy to stand in for assignments. Believe it or not, it wasn’t hard to find guys who wanted to dominate undergrads, so we were able to set a pretty high bar for them.” You give her a wry smile and she giggles a bit, but before you go to speak she interrupts.

“Um, so, if we wanted to, could we use you for an assignment? Or, um, you could use us. You know.” She laughs again and looks at you, her expression somewhere between shy and hungry.

“Mmm, somebody’s hot for teacher, huh?” You grin at her. “Unfortunately, I don’t think it would be fair to grade assignments where I was an active participant, so I won’t be available for assignments.”

“Oh, I was . . . well, what about if it wasn’t for an assignment? You know, just having a bit of fun together?” Her tone is seductive, somehow more confident than before. It’s probably more effective on those who are less used to it, but you would be lying if you pretended it wasn’t working pretty well on you.

“Well, I just can’t see anything wrong with that, darling.” Your eyes lock with hers and you can see her excitement, her nerves, as your voice becomes more aggressive and commandeering. “Given the nature of our department, my ethical requirements are a little more lenient than you might be used to, and there’s no reason you can’t submit to me in your free time. Assuming you want it badly enough, of course.”

“I do, I –“

“Stop! Don’t talk.” She’s smiling and staring at you, picking up on your tone immediately and obeying. “You can leave or say no at any time, but until you do that, I expect you to obey and to speak only when spoken to. Do you understand?” She nods her head, not sure whether or not you want her to talk.

“Good. I think you can get out of the chair, you won’t need it.” She stands up, giving you a better view of her body. “Now come over here.”

“Not like that.” You cut her off as she takes a step parallel to your desk. “Good girls crawl.” She gasps, grins, and gets on her hands and knees, making her way over to you while either ignoring or enjoying the degradation from having her right to walk taken from her.

You grab her by both sides of her head and pull her between your legs, her face pressing against your crotch and meeting the outline of your semi-erect penis. You push her side to side a bit, stimulating yourself with her face, before letting go. She repositions her body, but keeps her face pressed against your cock through the fabric, seemingly awaiting your orders.

“Unfortunately, slut, I have responsibilities to attend to. If you’re this cock-****, you can give me a blowjob.” She looks up at you with grateful eyes but does not move. You’re about to reprimand her for being disobedient, but given how eager she looks, you guess that she’s just unsure about what she should do.

“Unbutton my pants.” She does. “Pull them down.” She does. “Now my briefs.” She does, your dick bouncing out and poking her soft face.

“Lick.” Her tongue is cold and soft and hesitant, tentatively tasting your shaft as she sets into the blowjob. Rather than coach her into doing what you like, you just grab her by the back of her head and move her up and down manually, her tongue beginning to swirl around you as you exert a bit more control.

“Like that, slut,” you say dismissively before returning to work. Her blowjob becomes more pleasurable as she tries to mimic your motions, leaving your penis wet as you work on a more detailed curriculum.

“Suck,” you say, wanting a change of pace. Again, she’s slow, barely taking the tip of your penis between her lips as she begins to comply with your orders. It would be too aggressive to shove her deeper without knowing if she’s into that, especially since she probably can’t deepthroat yet, but a few taps on the back of her head convince her to take you deeper into her mouth, the tip of your cock meeting soft flesh as she begins to suck.

“Not bad,” you say with a grunt, eliciting a prideful grin from the Asian teen, but you give her a glare and she gets back to her work, more enthusiastic than before. “Don’t get too proud. I’ve had better. _Much_ better. You’re not a bad cocksucker, but you’d be lucky to make me cum like this. Maybe with a bit more training.”

She pushes herself deeper at your words, the tip of your dick meeting the back of her mouth and making her gag slightly, her tongue rapidly spinning around your shaft, vibrations from her moans stimulating you even further. You were lying a bit when you said she wouldn’t be able to make you cum, but it would have taken more than a while, and you had always found that insults like that were effective motivation for a certain kind of submissive.

You spent several minutes like that, the gorgeous college girl worshiping your cock as you worked, occasionally pulling off to breathe and lick your balls, batting her eyelashes at you in hopes of any sort of approval or recognition, swallowing every bit of pre-cum to drip out of your tip and giving exaggerated moans for your pleasure.

“You can touch your breasts if you’d like, though I won’t let you touch your pussy today.” You want her to get off more from the submission than from physical pleasure, but her moans are a bit too fake to be believable, and her abstract enjoyment of sucking you off probably isn’t exactly what she needs to become her best self. Or her sluttiest self, if there is a difference.

Her moans get a bit louder as she stimulates herself as best she can through her shirt, giving you a better experience as well. After a few more minutes, a knock at the door interrupts you and she stops moving, your dick lodged in her wet mouth as she waits to see what you’ll do.