on Professor Nakamura

You thought stepping out of Nakamura's office would lead to some kind of remorse for your actions. You were wrong. The brief pang of disgust you felt moments ago quickly gave way to your anger, as you remembered the whole reason you went after her in the first place.

She was a bitch. She LIKED being a bitch. Not only did she **** you to attend her class despite already taking far more advanced courses, she took the time to humiliate you in front of the entire class simply for asking. She needed to be taught a lesson. One that matched what she had put you and no doubt many other students through.

You re-enter Dr. Nakamura's office. Ten minutes had passed, and from that she had gathered her things and nearly had her coat when she saw you and sneered.

"Oh, it's you again."

Secretly turned on didn't mean she had to like it. Before she had a chance to do anything else, you ask, "Would you rather leave behind your coat, or your pants?"

"My coat," she answered, muttering as she pulled back her hand. "What do you want with me now?"

"You're teaching my next class, right? Since you always thought I MUST attend, I may as well walk with you there. But before we head out, I have another question. Would you rather have your office moved to the janitor's closet, or the men's restroom?"

"Janitor's closet."

No sooner had she said it when a knock came to her door. Two men entered. "We're here for the move."

"That sounds like our cue to leave," you say, but she isn't budging. You sigh, and come up with something quick. "Unless you want to do the other thing. Would you rather get out of their way and walk with me to class, or stay here and write a letter to the Dean telling them what you really think of them?"

She gathered her things. The set of books clutched to her chest blocked a view of her new huge tits. You considered changing that, but ultimately decided this would be so much better for what you had in mind.

Walking down the hallway, you place your arm over her shoulders and savor her shiver of revulsion. A few whispers followed in the halls over the strangeness of this stuck-up bitchy professor allowing this from a student, but soon enough, you had arrived at the main event. And for that, luckily you have something special prepared. Pulling it out of your pocket, you turn it on and slip it on her ear. You catch her just before she has a chance to remove it.

"Would you rather wear the earbud on this ear or your other ear?" Her glare would have hurt from someone else, but from her, it only made your dick harder. "Good choice. Hurry along now, your class is waiting."

You give her a firm slap on the butt, ushering her into her classroom as you went in after and eyed a good spot where you could settle in with your headset to get this show started.