Another Girl

You’re on your way back to your office when you spy a sophomore girl who ran out of one of your lectures a few weeks ago and hasn’t been back since. Curious to discover why this is you decide to use your newfound power to do so.

She sees you and attempts to avoid you, but you stop her with your ring. You then have her follow you to your office. You sit down at your desk and have her sit across from you.

“So Miss …” you begin.

“Helmore,” she says “Gertrude Helmore.”

“So Miss Helmore, I remember you running out of my class and I haven’t seen you since, would you mind explaining why?” You use the ring to push her into being totally honest, despite any reservations she might have.

“The truth is, professor, I can’t concentrate in your class.”

“Why is that?”

“I … well the fact is, professor, I have this attraction to older men, especially academic types, like yourself. I tried to have myself switched to Professor Harrington’s class but there were no more spaces. Then I tried to concentrate on your class and ignore the feelings and fantasies I was having, but I couldn’t and ended up running to the toilet after class to masturbate having learned nothing. Every class it was worse until the last time when I couldn’t hold out until the end and I had to leave early. After that I realized that I couldn’t attend your class anymore in case I lost control and started touching myself and someone noticed. I’m sorry, I am getting the notes off the intranet. I know that it isn’t the same, that you probably add things during your lecture, but I can’t risk it.”

Gertrude’s admission of her attraction to you has begun to turn you on. You had thought you would need the ring to get some co-ed pussy but it seems that at least this girl is so **** to give it up that she can’t think straight. Gertrude Helmore is very attractive in a sweet, country-girl kind of way. Her light blond wavy hair frames a cute round face with lovely trusting blue eyes. Her breasts are a decent C-cup and she’s wearing a white shirt and bra that show them off to their fullest. The rest of her body is nicely slim and while you haven’t got a good look at her butt you’re guessing that it’s just as nice as the rest of her. As she talks it doesn’t take long before you decide that you’re going to make her dreams come true.

Using the ring you remove any remaining inhibitions she might have about telling you anything. “These fantasies you were having about me Gertrude,” you say, “describe them for me.”

“Call me Trudy please, Professor,” she says and since she seems to get a thrill out of using your title you don’t insist she be less formal.

“O.k. Trudy, tell me about your fantasies.”

“Well they are usually set here in your office. I am wearing something a like what I’m wearing today. I usually wear variations on this outfit anyway so I suppose I’m wearing whatever I have on that day.”

“Go on.”

“I’m talking to you about something to do with class, it doesn’t matter what. As I talk you stand up and move around behind.”

You stand up and walk behind her. “Like this?” you say using the ring to ensure she reacts as she would in her fantasies while being aware that this is real.

“Yes, just like that. Then you lean over me and begin unbuttoning my shirt, or sometimes my coat if it’s a cold day, but you always unbutton my shirt afterward.”

You follow her directions leaning over from behind and beginning to unbutton her shirt. “Like this?”

“Yes, but a little slower, drawing out the tension of the situation.”

You slow down, wanting to make this experience match her fantasy as closely as possible.

“At this point,” she continues, “I’m too shocked to do or say anything. I keep telling myself that this is wrong, but that I want it so badly I don’t want to complain. Once my shirt is open you begin cupping my breasts in your hands and slowly fondling them.”

You do as she says, using the ring to increase her enjoyment of the experience above what it would naturally be. Her bra is white and lacy with a bow between the cups.

“Mmm, that feels nice.” She coos “Better than when I do it. Wait, where was I? Oh yes. At this point I decide to speak up. ‘Professor,’ I say, ‘We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my professor, we could both get in trouble for this.’”

“What do I say?” you ask

“You say, ‘Do you want me to stop?’ And I say, ‘No.’ You then unclip my bra, which unclips at the front like all my bras do. No, wait, on this one the bow unties.”

You untie the bow between her breasts and the bra cups slip away revealing her lovely titties with their red-brown puffy nipples and aureole.

“Now that my breasts are bare you rub my nipples between your fingers. Ooh yes just like that, and tell me how nice the breasts are.”

“You have lovely firm breasts, Trudy,” you say, again intensifying the pleasure she is feeling, “and beautiful puffy nipples.”

She giggles “You never said that in my fantasy, but I like it. Eventually I begin to feel the warm wetness between my legs, like I do now, and I tell you that I want you inside me. You tell me to stand up and when I do you hold onto my bra and shirt drawing them off me as I stand.”

You are about to tell her to stand when you notice that her sleeves are still buttoned (obviously a detail she misses in her fantasy) you send a mental message to make her unbutton them before telling her to stand and pulling all the clothes off her top half.

“Now what?” you ask.

“You move behind me again and unclip my skirt which drops to the ground.”

You do as she says, quickly finding the clasp and undoing it. Her skirt drops to reveal her nice firm ass (just as you predicted) covered by white cotton panties with a pink ribbon sewed into the waistband (probably with a bow at the front (although you can’t see that at the moment). A moist patch has developed in her panties between her legs and the scent of her arousal quickly wafts up to you.

“Do I take off your panties now?” you ask hopefully as your own arousal is beginning to reach the painful level.

“No,” she says, “you tell me to take them off and lie on your desk. Sometimes face down so you can take me from behind, sometimes on my back.”

“I’ll let you make the choice this time,” you say as you go around to your desk drawer and pull out a condom (another important detail she probably doesn’t include). You watch her pull her sodden panties (which do have a pink bow on the front) off and then turn around (showing you a glimpse of her perfect peach of a butt) and lie on her back on the desk. She looks up at you from this position. “Now you pull out your cock, without taking any of your clothes off, and fuck me till we both cum.”

You go around, pull out your painfully erect member, open the condom and put it on then place yourself at her opening.

“Do I take you hard or slow?” you ask.

“Depends. I’ll let you choose this time.” She says, looking down her body at you.

You thrust into her eliciting a groan of pleasure. “Yes Professor,” she cries. “That feels so good. OH FUCK, THAT’S AMAZING. THAT’S IT PROFESSOR, TAKE ME, TAKE ME HARD. YES, OH GOD, SO MUCH BETTER IN REAL LIFE, YES! YES! YEEEEEEES!!!”

You orgasm and use the ring to allow Trudy to share it intensifying it for her so that her back arches and her hands splay out knocking papers all over the floor.

As you lie atop her in the afterglow you ask “Trudy. Is there anything I can do to get you to come to class?”

“You could offer to help me work off my sexual tension,” she says smiling.

“Apart from that. Wait, do you come to the school on Tuesdays and just avoid my class or do you stay home until after it’s over?”

“I come to school, I have a tute before and after. I usually just wait in the café for class to finish.”

“Good. Thanks.”

You have Trudy dress and clean up and then you change her memory so that she remembers the whole experience as just having had another of her fantasies after seeing you and went to the toilet to masturbate (that will help explain the state of her panties).

Before you walk her to said toilets you make a note to find her next Tuesday in the café and have her come to your lecture where you will (if you can) use the ring to lower her attraction to you for the length of the lecture. Sure it’s great to have a such a beautiful girl hopelessly in lust with you, but Trudy deserves to do well and while you could give her an A for her luscious ass, you refuse to allow students to swap sexual favors for marks. Like most people without ethics, you do have standards.