Professor Klein's slaves

The professor smiled a smile that Gretchen didn't like at all. "Follow me" she said.

And Gretchen hesitated for a second. But she knew nothing would go wrong. People knew she was here. Daddy knew she was here and Erin knew she was here, though not what she was dong. The Professor couldn't pull anything too bad.

Gretchen wondered if she was just telling herself that.

She followed her professor to a door that opened to a stairway and down the stairs they both went.

The basement was deep and cavernous with stone walls. Something about it made Gretchen nervous. As she went down the steps she could sense the kitchen light disappearing even though she didn't look back to see it.

But at the bottom of the stairs, the room appeared to be empty.

"Come out lovelies. I have something for you." Professor Klein said.

And three people crawled forward from a shadowed corner, two men, one woman, all pale and naked, all wearing black collars. Then they all stood, exposing their nude frontsides. The two men were incredibly well hung, eight or nine inches. The girl had gigantic fake tits, double EE's or something ridiculous and fake platinum blonde hair. And there was something about her that struck Gretchen as.... familiar.

But it was hard to concentrate as she stared at these three nude people with not a big of body hair on them, all three smiling, the men erect, the woman's nipples hard. Gretchen did her best to ignore the fact that the sight made her a little wet.

'This doesn't turn me on' She said to herself, knowing she couldn't never be just another horny idiot. "What the hell is this?" she asked her professor.

But the question was ignored. "Take off your pants." The Professor ordered.

Gretchen just glared back.

"Take off your pants" The Professor repeated.

The slaves stared on eagerly.

Then the professor took out a piece of paper with Gretchen's name on it. "Your grade sheet. An A+ immediately when this is over. I'm ready to mark it down. But you need to take off your pants."

Gretchen trembled with anticipation. She could do this. She had to do this. Then she would pretend it didn't happen. Simple as that. After a long long pause she started working on taking off her pants. Her fingers shook and she was barely able to undo her button. Her skin was covered in goosebumps. But finally she undid the button and pulled down the zipper on her white jeans and slowly slid them off.

The room was thick with anticipation. Gretchen felt every set of eyes upon her.

"Take off your underwear." Professor Klein said.

And for a moment Gretchen thought, she still had time to run. To grab her jeans and head for the door. But she knew as that thought was going through her brain that it wasn't going to happen. She put her thumbs under the top of her silk panties and slid them down off her trembling hips.

It had been years since someone who wasn't a doctor had seen her naked. She wondered if they could notice that her curly brown pussy was a little wet.

"Order them to give you an orgasm" The professor told Gretchen.

"What?" Gretchen was confused.

"They're my slaves. They'll do what you command. So order them."

Gretchen stared at the naked slaves. She stared at the men's hard thick pricks, and the girl's lips as she licked them, staring back at Gretchen's crotch. 'How do you order someone to give you an orgasm?' she wondered. She could just say 'give me an orgasm' or 'make me climax' or maybe she had to be specific. She didn't know. As she opened her mouth she sensed one of the male slaves taking a step toward her, and anxiety washed over her whole body, filling it with warmth. She couldn't believe it, but she found herself giving them the order. "Fuck me hard."

Then their hands were upon her, pulling her sweater off over her head. Pulling her blouse off. Pulling her bra off. Exposing her breasts. One man bent her over and she spread her legs for him without thinking. Then she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. A prick sliding into her wet pussy. Then, as the girl kneeled down in front of her she felt something she'd never felt before. A woman's tongue lapping at her swollen clit.

The sensation was amazing. The slaves' smooth bodies against hers filled her with desire. She saw the second man standing and watching and for the first time maybe ever she wanted a man's dick in her mouth. She gestured for him to come near. As he did, she bend herself over even further, grabbed his member with her hand and slid her wet lips around it.

'This is what people do' Gretchen thought as she remembered how cock tasted. 'This is what the whole sex obsessed world does, that makes me think they're a bunch of impulsive, mindless morons' But as her whole body heaved around two cocks and her clit was attacked by a girls tongue she had a new thought.

'This is not what people do. Most people don't have a foursome with sex slaves.' Gretchen didn't know what that said about her, but at the moment she was content not to care. What was happening in her body felt too good.

Then the girl stopped and pulled away. Gretchen stopped sucking and leaned up. "No, no, no, don't stop" Gretchen said, peering at the familiar looking woman. "Tell her not to stop" She said to Professor Klein who watched with a satisfied smile.

"They're slaves. You tell her."

"Don't stop!" Gretchen insisted. The **** girl just stared back. "Don't Stop!" Gretchen shouted stepping toward the girl, letting the dick behind her slip out of her pussy and eventually knocking the girl to the floor.

Gretchen squatted down and positioned her pussy over the girl's mouth, grabbed a thick wad of the girl's fake blonde hair and thrust her face into her twat. She grinded her crotch into the girl's face, thinking for a moment she might drown or suffocate her. Then not caring. She was a **** and this felt too good.

Then the men walked up in front of her and Gretchen slipped one of their pricks into her mouth again.

It was the man who'd been inside of her. Gretchen could taste her own pussy on the thick cock. She'd never tasted a pussy before. She'd never tasted her own pussy before. Then after a few minutes of sucking, she turned her head and attacked the other **** man's cock.

'What would people do if they could see me now?' she wondered. 'would they lose all respect for me? Am I losing all respect for me?' Gretchen decided that if someone she knew could see her now and was unimpressed, she'd invite them to join in and fuck them too. Sex was all she could think about right now. Then she thought about fucking everyone she knew, the other girls in her class, old boyfriends, the men in daddy's office. She wondered which one's had big dicks and which one's had little dicks. She wondered which ones would be able to please her. She wondered which ones would invite her to join them and their wives in bed in secret three-ways. She pictured them clamping handcuffs on her and shoving her face into their wives bushy pussies the way she was thrusting the **** girl's face into hers.

Then Gretchen felt something new, a strange feeling between her thighs. Not quite a pinch, not quite a prick, but it was growing, it was getting sharper and stronger. She couldn't stop thinking of it, and barely noticed when one of the men finished inside her mouth. She swallowed it down. The other man finished on her hand as she reached out and jerked him. She couldn't be bothered. Something was happening inside her.

And then a release like an explosion. She screamed. She screamed until her voice was so high she had no voice left. And her juice sprayed out onto the slavegirl's face.

Gretchen collapsed onto the ground, her naked body twitching and aching in all the best ways. The **** men leaned in and slicked the juices off the **** girl's chin and the **** girl cleaned the tips of their pricks. Then Gretchen knew who she was. She was the girl from the video. The student whose project Professor Klein had shown the girls on the first day of class. Only her hair had been changed and those giant breasts were new too. Professor Klein had transformed her best student into her own personal **** bimbo. The thought made Gretchen's body feel even more turned on. And it made her mind even more confused.

What was she going to do now? Would she really go home and forget this ever happened. Did she want to? Would she ever cum again?

The professor stepped up toward her and threw her a towel. It took Gretchen a long time before she could fully operate her limbs again to wipe herself clean of sweat and juice.

Then the professor took out the grade sheet again. "Now, tell me your feelings on sex Gretchen?" She asked.

"I.... I wan't more" Gretchen heard herself answer.

And Professor Klein took out her pen and began to write an A+. But as she did something felt wrong. Gretchen felt like a cheat, like she hadn't earned it.