Yes. He can't take anymore.

Anna watched her professor struggle. She could see in his eyes that he was beaten but couldn't admit it. Her gaze traced his body down to his shorts, and she could see the outline of his hard cock.

He was enjoying this! Just like Billy had! Anna shuddered with pleasure.

The knowledge that Dumas was turned on by Anna beating him up caused her to get even more turned on than she already was. She felt a heat spread throughout her body, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter.

Dumas got to one knee, and then braced both hands on his knee, trying to push himself to his feet. He got off the ground, but stumbled immediately, still punch-drunk from Anna's blows. After a shaky second or two, he stumbled and fell back to his knees.

Anna watched the look of shock come over the professor's face as he realized he couldn't get up even if he wanted to. She relaxed and put her gloved hands on her hips.

"Is that it then? Do I win?" she asked him.

"Yes..." he said weakly. "You win...you were right..." he continued, dazed. His words were music to Anna's ears.

Anna stood right in front of him, ready to help him to his feet. Dumas reached his gloves out clumsily, but instead of grabbing her arm, he put his gloves on her hips.

"Umm..." Anna wasn't sure what Dumas was trying to do, but her crotch was right in front of his face, and all of a sudden, he was kissing her shorts. As his lips pressed almost directly against her pussy, Anna couldn't help but moan with arousal.

A second later she snapped out of it, as the reality of her situation sank in. Her professor actually had his face buried between her legs!

"Whoa!" Anna cried, pulling away and swinging her fist recklessly at Dumas. Mostly out of luck, she caught him right in the jaw hard, and with a loud SMACK!, it sent him into another stupor.

"You don't touch me unless I say you can!" Anna scolded the insensate professor. He moaned and swayed on his knees, his eyes unfocused but still pointed at Anna's increasingly damp-looking shorts. Anna stepped forward and gave Dumas a shove. He collapsed backward onto his back like a pile of bricks, arms flying outwards, unable to break his fall.

Anna walked forward, using her teeth to remove one of her boxing gloves. When she was standing next to the professor's barely-conscious body, she slid her free hand under her shorts.

"You did have the right idea, though," she mused to herself, correctly assuming he could barely hear her after the ass-kicking she'd just given him.

Anna slid her shorts and panties down in one motion, the other hand massaging one of her breasts, which was still tender after a lucky hit from Dumas. As her clothing slid down her leg, she picked up her foot and dangled it over Dumas's face so that her shorts and panties fell right on his face. He groaned and moved his head feebly, making Anna giggle.

She straddled him and sat down hard on his stomach, her wet pussy finally making direct contact with his sexy, defeated body. He let out another groan as her weight pinned him down.

Anna put her hands on his chest, ran them up to his shoulders, and slid her hips up a few inches higher on his chest. Damn, he really had a nice body, she thought. Nice and hard and broad, much more filled-out than Billy's.

But his body wasn't enough to defeat her. Far from it. Anna had taken this man down a notch no problem. Her body was basically unmarked, pristine. A little tenderness here and there, but it only added to her arousal.

"You barely left a mark, wanna see?" Anna said to Dumas. She slid her tank top up over her belly and pulled it off. Her breasts were practically overflowing her tight sports bra. She could see Dumas looking at her body with a mixture of fear and admiration, and she had never felt hotter.

Anna couldn't hold herself back any longer. She hopped forward, her bare pussy now basically right at his chin, impossible to ignore. Not that he'd been ignoring it. Her knees pinned his biceps to the floor, and he grimaced at her weight on him. She could feel him trying to move his arms into a more comfortable position, but she didn't let him.

"You want to eat me out now, right?" she asked teasingly.

"Noooo...please...." Dumas moaned.

Anna was surprised. "Are you saying you DON'T want to?" she asked. She looked over her shoulder. His cock was still making a massive outline in his shorts.

"Noo....I want to...but I can't," Dumas said. He shifted again, trying to give himself room to speak. Anna slid forward almost imperceptibly, inching her pussy just a bit closer to Dumas's face.

Anna looked down at him and gave him the sad puppy eyes. "Why not?" she pouted. Even though it turned her on that he wouldn't be able to stop her, she still wanted to know he was into it.

"It would be...unprofessional..." he murmured, his gaze locked on her naked body.

"Unprofessional?" Anna giggled again. "Is that all? Well, if it comes up, you can tell everyone you had **** in the matter!"

Without waiting any longer, Anna hopped forward one last time and put her pussy right on Dumas's mouth. He squirmed a little, but after it was clear he was too weak now to escape, he started licking dutifully.

"Oh!" Anna exclaimed. The direct stimulation, after so much rough foreplay, had her going through the roof almost immediately. She slid back and forth over Dumas's face, making him moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Anna rode Dumas like that for several minutes, occasionally letting him have a breath of air, eventually relaxing her pin so that he could reach up and play with her tits. Before long, she knew she was about to have an intense orgasm.

Anna pressed down hard on Dumas. "YESSSSS!" she screamed as the pleasure ripped through her body. Her abs tensed, and Dumas caressed them with his glove. Anna bounced up and down as the waves washed over her. It went on for several seconds, but it seemed endless.

Finally Anna relaxed, and slid back a few inches so she could see Dumas's stunned, dazed face. She slapped him lightly with her free hand. "Not bad, professor!" she joked. She stood up, straddling him again.

"I messed you up pretty good, huh? You'd better stay there until I'm gone," she said. "We can't be walking out together with you looking like that!" Dumas could only groan in response.

Anna took a quick shower, packed up, got dressed, and left the field house. She glanced at Dumas's body, still right where she left him. Maybe he was taking a nap. A shame-nap.

Her mind raced as she got in her car. What was she going to do now? She wasn't sure if Billy would feel like enough of a challenge for her anymore, now that she had practically knocked out Dumas. Fighting Dumas again might be interesting, but she had no reason to believe he'd be a challenge either.

At least she didn't have to worry about her grade in Dumas's class. He was wrapped around her little finger now. He'd give her an A even if she didn't do any more work during the course, she suspected. After the beating she just gave him, he'd do anything she wanted.