1. The Professor who said I was a Good Girl


    Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: True Story, Discipline, Domination/submission, Older Male / Female, Reluctance, School, Teen, Written by women, Young, Author: gingersaffron, Rating: 94.1, Source: sexstories.com

    tennis shoes and socks off when... "I didn't tell you to take off your shoes, did I?" I paused and looked at him before replying, "No sir." and slipping my pants off over my white tennis shoes and socks. My underwear was plain, baby pink. Classic-Hanes panties. But as the air hit them, I could feel how soaked they had gotten in the last 5 minutes. "Turn around." He growled. I did. "Come on my desk." I turned to him slightly- "I didn't say you could turn around." "Sorry...sir." I slowly back up, feeling the back of my thighs hit the desk. I put one leg on the desk and then the other, with papers and exams of other students under my knees. I was now on my knees, standing, waiting for my next direction. "Bend over on all fours." I shyly bent over, trying my best to stay as far from him as possible on the desk. "Move closer to me." I slowly shuffled my bottom half of my body closer to his face, my wetness exposed to him. "Your pussy is soaked, Miss Mason." He said, his face getting close enough for me to feel the air of his words on the warmth of my groin. Him pointing out my wetness just made me even more wet. "When is the last time you came, Miss Mason?" I sucked in my breath, nervous to hear my own voice: "Um...7 months ago...sir." "You are a good girl, Miss Mason...you don't touch yourself?" I had always wanted to while the sounds of my roommate receiving her pleasure next to me, but always resisted. "No, sir." "You're such a good girl, aren't you..." I felt his hands lightly ...
    touch my buttocks, making goosebumps appear like magic. "Yes, sir." He stroked my thighs up to my buttocks again, then slowly caressing my inner thighs, just missing the outer edges of my panties. I let out another sounded exhale. He slowly peeled my panties off, revealing the place I hadn't touched myself in so long. I felt it twitch and long for anything to just caress it, just touch my wetness. "You're so wet, Miss Mason, and I've barely even touched you." "I'm...sorry, Professor Williams, sir." I could feel him smile, and then say, "No need to be sorry..." as he gently glided one of his long fingers through my clitoris. I unconsciously let out a small gasp. His finger, lapped up with my juices and glistening, reached out in front of me. "Look how wet you are." He placed the wet finger in his mouth, as I heard the smacking sound of it coming out of his lips. "Mmm...that's delicious, Miss Mason. Turn around." My limbs were shaking as I slowly turned, now sitting on his desk facing him, legs stuck together. "Open your legs." I opened them slightly. "More." I opened my legs until my wetness was now completely exposed. "Beautiful. Now lay back." I slowly lowered my body to the desk, with Professor Williams looking down at my exposed body. "Here's how this will work, Miss Mason. You must come for me when I tell you to. Or else, you will not pass this class. Is that understood?" I felt like I was going to burst. "Yes..sir." I managed to get out. He took a seat at his chair, and ...