Putting the Bitch on Autopilot

Truth be told, as you thought about what lasting **** you could inflict on Dr. Nakamura, it became that much harder to move on. You could mess with her for days, weeks, months, maybe even years. But you knew eventually you would grow tired of her. No, you needed to leave her with something that would inflict its own **** in your absence that you could check in on from time to time.

Suddenly, it occurred to you.

"Would you rather never get fired from this job or quit because you're too dedicated, or because everyone who could get you in trouble likes to be bribed with a titfuck from you?"

"Dedicated," Nakamura said while still bouncing her butt.

You grinned. It was the perfect setup for this next and final question.

"Would you rather do something embarrassing every time you're a bitch, or lose all your intelligence?"

From your seat, you watched with glee as she stopped twerking to mull over her options. Finally, she gave the answer you counted on from a haughty bitch like her. It took all of five seconds for her to test it. Turning around and covering her breasts, she snarled at the whole class.

"Okay you little perverts, the show is o-OH!"

She fell to her knees, instantly creaming her professional slacks in front of everyone. A huge wet spot formed at her crotch to make what happened crystal clear. Her thrusting and spasming added to a sight that plenty of students were already recording with their cameras. When she shakily stood again, she pushed some of her hair out of her face and spent a couple extra minutes thinking through her next act.

Her composure didn't last long. As a very dedicated professor, she didn't let a little thing like going topless get in the way of her lesson plan, scrawling her key terms across the board.

"If you can stop staring at my chest long enough to focus your pea brains on these words..."

Immediately, she slammed her chest into her own writing and started wiping the board clean with her tits. Every swipe had her moaning like, well, a bitch in heat. Soon her boobs were caked in red and blue marker ink, and she stepped away to stare in horror at her hard work gone.

"Oh god damn it," Dr. Nakamura whined.

Your handiwork complete, you got up and headed for the door... and stopped short thanks to who else but Nakamura herself.

"You little shit," Dr. Nakamura said. "I'll make you pay for this one way or another. When I'm through with you-"

To your surprise, the choice you gave her kicked in on you. A strong urge guided you toward her. You could resist if you wanted, but why do that? Your hand reached down in the back of her slacks, grabbed her panties, and yanked her into a wedgie that had her cumming from the cotton sliding in her pussy.