1. Earning her tuition


    Date: 11/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance, Young, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

    spot on the ceiling for three hours. I kept running the pros and cons. Honestly, the pros are winning by a mile. It felt like the longest day in history, topped off with the longest lecture in the history of lectures. Okay, it wasn’t really, but I was excited and nervous about telling Professor Connors my answer. Finally the class was over, and of course there were the normal gaggle of girls hanging back to prolong their leaving. They liked to hang back so they could watch Professor Connors as long as possible. Breaking through the crowd, I made my way to his desk where he always sat after a lecture; keeping his head down thoroughly dismissing the class. “Excuse me, Professor Connors?” I said. I faltered in my decision because the look he gave me was not a welcoming look. “Yes Miss Lehman, can I help you?” he asked impatiently. “Yes, Professor, yes you can,” I answered. The heat that flashed through his eyes clearly said he was pleased with my answer. He handed me a post-it note and dismissed me without another glance. The note he handed me turned out to be his home address, with the time 7pm written on it. When I pulled up out front of a two story Colonial, I couldn’t believe that it was his home. It made me so nervous. Most single professors couldn’t afford this. Was he married? There had never been any mention of a wife, but that was not so shocking considering he never spoke to anyone of his students. My palms were sweaty, and I had worked myself into a nervous fit. ...
    I started to knock when the door opened to Professor Connors. He was standing there in the light blue button up shirt he had had on today. Only now it wasn't tucked it, and the top three buttons were undone exposing part of his chest. He was in a pair of loose fitting jeans that fit him perfectly, and he was barefooted. “Please come in and take your shoes off,” he said, and stood back to give me room. “I don’t do married men,” I blurted out. “I suppose then it’s lucky I’m not married, please come inside Miss Lehman,” he said, smiling at me. I relaxed some and I could feel the tension sliding out my shoulders. He led me to a dining room, and we sat down opposite of each other. Then, he picked up some papers and asked if I wanted a drink. I said no, because I was anxious to know what he expected of me. “First off Miss Lehman, I will lay it all out for you and then you can read the contract. Sign it, or don’t, but first I need you to sign this one. It’s a full nondisclosure stating that you will not discuss this conversion with another living soul.” He slid it and a pen over. After a quick review I signed, because honestly who would I tell? “Good, now for the fun part. I want you to play a part for me Miss Lehman. Now, in playing this part it will require you live with me until the end of our contract. It will require you to behave a certain way in the house. If we go out in public together you may behave as normally as you would with anyone else. Unless of course I specify ...
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