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Chapter One
The Job Interview
She was bound on the bed, her arms pulled up tight to the headboard, her wrists tied tightly together. Her fingers were beginning to grow numb, the circulation cut off by the ropes. Her legs were pulled wide to the corners of the bed, spread-eagled. Her toes pushed straight up into the air, the ropes stretching her to the sharply rising corner posts. Her joints ached, her crotch split painfully by the wide expanse between her legs. Her ankles were raised at least two feet up from the mattress, her body forced up into the air, her ass barely touching the mattress beneath her.
The room was ghostly silent, her ragged breathing reverberating against the walls. She was sweating even though she was naked, not knowing how she got into this predicament. She began to panic, struggling to escape, only succeeding in making the ropes cut painfully into her wrists and ankles. It might have only been minutes, but it seemed like hours, the painful bondage making her body ache.
Her worst fears were coming true. The door opened and in walked a large man, muscular, over six feet tall. Most terrifying was that he was naked except for a pair of hiking boots and socks. He had the largest cock she had ever seen, more than ten inches long and over three inches in diameter. It jutted out from his body, a pair of heavy-laden balls hanging beneath it. His face was covered with a sock-like mask, holes cut for his eyes, nose and mouth.
Before she could say a thing, he shoved soiled panties into her mouth, using his long fingers to stuff them deep, almost choking her. One hand stroked his large cock as his the other began to abuse her body, his fingers seeking out her breasts, roughly grabbing her nipples, twisting and pulling on them while she squirmed beneath him. Her nipples hardened from the abuse as his fingernails dug into the rubbery nubs, eliciting painful sounds from her gagged mouth. He played with her breasts until they were red and swollen from the rough handling, the tips painfully sensitive.
She feared what would happen next. His fingers moved down her sides, her body jerking from the intimate touch slowly passing over her taut abdomen, pushing through her neatly shaved bush. She jerked as he passed harshly over her clit before spreading her pussy lips. The look on his face, a smile, hidden beneath the mask. He had found out her secret—her pussy soaked in anticipation. He knew she wanted this.
""Jessica. Jessica!""
Damn. She looked up to see Professor Johnson staring down at her. She looked away, her face turning red in shame. Her skirt had ridden high on her legs, her thighs parted wide. She quickly closed her legs, pulling her skirt down. Bastard was looking up under my skirt again.
""Yes, Professor?"” She let her hands smooth her skirt, trying to act nonchalant.
""Glad you could join us. May I speak to you for a moment?""
Jessica noticed that the class had already cleared out. She must have been daydreaming again. Damn, I"m just so horny. And these dreams ... My pussy is soaked.
""Of course."” She stood, making her sure her skirt was pulled down, her hands smoothing over her ass cheeks, the material clinging to her taut flesh. Eat your heart out, you bastard.
His cock was straining his trousers. It must have been one helluva dream. Her legs were spread so wide he could see her black panties beneath the short skirt. Each semester he would pick out one female student, the one with the nicest legs, who wore the shortest skirts, and put them in the front row, his lectern only a foot from them. Jessica was this semester''s choice. He had checked out her college application. She was single, 23, older than most students, no living relatives, and a junior majoring in child psychology. Her father had divorced her mother when she was young, her mother passing away last year after a prolonged illness. She was going to school full-time and working part-time, surviving on scholarships with little money for anything else. He knew she did not have any employment prospects for the summer—the economy was not very good, and students were the first to bear the pain of company cutbacks. She was their ideal candidate.
Michael had come to him with the plan.
Michael Jergen was a close friend of his. Both of them had attended college together, and had kept in touch over the years. Michael was the eldest son of a very “"old money"” family. He had been very successful in the family business, taking over as Chairman of the Board on the death of his father. Michael, like himself, loved the company of younger women. Michael was still married though, while his wife had caught him in bed with one of his grad students, left, and filed quickly for divorce.
For reasons unknown to him, Michael would be going to his house in Haiti for the summer without his wife and he was looking for an au pair to care for his four-year-old son. If the candidate was chosen correctly, the advantages of having a young woman living at his house in a foreign land could give Michael many months of pleasure. He was to help him find a suitable candidate and, as a side benefit, he would have the opportunity to test the young woman''s sexual appetite.
His first thought had been of Jessica. With such a great pair of legs staring at him everyday, there could have been no other choice. At five foot five and approximately 110 pounds, she had lovely hair—a real blonde. He could only imagine what her bush would look like, barely able to hide her pussy lips. She had large baby blue eyes, a pert nose and a set of lips that made his cock hard. He would often look at her and see those lips wrapped around his cock, those big blue eyes staring up at him as he fed her more and more of his cock. While her breasts were not big, they were more than ample to nicely fill out a sweater or allow for a nice show of cleavage in a low-cut top. Jessica was the one they meant when they came up with the saying, “"her legs went on forever."” And you were the luckiest guy alive to have her walk away from you—the cutest ass with a gentle sway to it that would hypnotize you until she disappeared from sight.
She stood only inches from him, the scent of her perfume making his cock jerk in anticipation. “"Have you found a job for the summer yet, Jessica?""
""No, not yet."” The fear she had of being unable to find any work and having no place to live returned. “"Do you know of anything?""
""Well,"” the Professor began hesitantly, “"I have a good friend from my college days who is looking for an au pair to take care of his four-year-old son. He has a house—well, more like a mansion, in Haiti and wants someone to stay there beginning in June until September. The salary is $1,000 per week with room and board, and so whoever takes the job would only have personal expenses to contend with. But the young woman would have to be a very special one. My friend is wealthy and very well-known and therefore is a very discriminating gentleman, so the person taking the job would have to agree to certain stipulations to safeguard his privacy.""
Jessica could not believe her ears. It was as if a giant weight was lifted from her shoulders. She could save almost $16,000 by the end of the summer. And Haiti, a far-off distant land, would be such an adventure. She looked at Professor Johnson in a new light. It didn''t matter that he was always looking at her legs or up her skirt. All men did that. Now he was her savior. “"That sounds so exciting,"” she eagerly replied while trying to contain some of her enthusiasm. “"Do you think I would be good for the job?"” She needed him to agree that she would be perfect.
""I think you have potential."” The Professor appeared to be weighing his next words. “"Why don''t you stop by my office later? I have a lot of papers to grade, but I will be free by five.""
Jessica thought about that for a moment. By five o''clock the building would be empty. “"I don''t know, that is pretty late. Couldn''t we do it earlier?"” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes, hoping to coax him into a better time, a safer time.
""That''s okay, Jessica. I just thought you might be interested in the position. But if you don''t have the time, there are other students. Other students who would be more appreciative of what I have to offer them. Thank you anyway."” He turned and started walking out of the room, his heart barely beating, waiting to see if she would take the bait.
""No!"” Jessica was afraid she had blown it, her cushy summer job already up in smoke."” No, Professor, five would be fine. I do appreciate you considering me.""
""Well, I''ll see you then. And we''ll see how appreciative you really are."” He left the room imagining what she was thinking.
She stood there for a while after he had gone. She did not like his last comment. See how appreciative she was? What was he after? What would he expect from her?
Jessica"s next class went quickly and she returned to her room by two o''clock. Still tired from lack of sleep after working late last night, she took off her blouse and skirt, not wanting to get them wrinkled, and stretched out on the bed clad in only her bra and panties. She closed her eyes, thinking about Professor Johnson''s parting comment. Was he expecting something in return for a chance at the job? The way he looked at her, always trying to see under her skirt, often so blatantly that she would actually blush. Thinking about both the excellent opportunity and what she might have to do to get it, she faded off to sleep. The alarm clock rang—four o"clock—giving her time for a quick shower before meeting the Professor.
She entered the bathroom, unhooking her bra, and caught a glimpse of her breasts in the full-length mirror on the wall. They looked great, no sag, dark brown areolas and large pink nipples which lately always seemed to be hard. She ran her fingers over them, slapping with her fingertips, feeling the pebbles harden more. She let her hands slide down her flat stomach, slips into her panties and pushed them to the floor. She turned away from the mirror then looked over her shoulder at herself, bent over, breasts hanging down, ass pushed out. She let her legs spread a little, her pussy peeking out from behind, already wet from playing with her nipples. Take a shower, a cold one, Jessica.
Shower finished, Jessica dressed, slipping into a sweater and skirt. She avoided the thong panties, not sure where the evening was going, but not wanting to appear too eager. She looked in the mirror again, pleased at her reflection. I"ll just tease the old bastard enough so he''ll give me the job. I can handle him.
At a few minutes to five, she entered the empty building, her footsteps sounding in the hollow halls. She covered the two long corridors to his office without seeing a single person. At the door, she stood contemplating her next decision. Should she enter and hope that she could contain the situation, whatever it might be, or blow the whole thing off and leave? God, I need that job so bad. I just have to get it.
""Knock-knock,"” she said, pushing in on the door, not waiting for an answer.
The Professor was sitting behind his desk. The desktop was empty, as if in anticipation of her arrival.
""Good evening, Professor.""
""Good evening, Jessica. Have a seat,"” the Professor encouraged her, pointing to the chair at the side of his desk.
She noticed, without much surprise, that the chair was placed so he could see her legs, not in front of the desk as it usually was. She smiled as she sat down, crossing her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up, showing him an ample supply of thigh.
His cock rose in his trousers. She looked so sexy with those long, nearly naked legs. And that smile, that sexy smile. She was teasing him. She knew something was up and was trying to take control of the situation. “"I just spoke to Michael Jergen, my friend. I see from your expression, that you recognize the name so you also know that he is, as I mentioned before, extremely wealthy, handsome and frequently in the public eye. Unfortunately, his wife will not be able to join them for the summer, so he is looking for an au pair for his son.""
""And, as I told you, the position is in Haiti. Mr. Jergen''s private jet will take him and his son, but the person selected for this position would travel there by herself, first class, of course. I''m not sure how much you know about Haiti but it is quite different from the United States. The country has a strong background in voodoo and is quite backward in comparison to the U.S. Their legal system is very corrupt so if you are selected, you must always be careful you don''t get into any difficult legal tangles. Even Mr. Jergen''s wealth would not help you should that happen. The society is male-dominant and most women are treated no better than cattle. You would have to be very careful that you do not offend the locals, Jessica. Mr. Jergen has someone who runs his house as he has a very large staff. Rumor has it that his houseman is a local voodoo priest."” He watched her eyes widen as he explained the situation. She was obviously eager for the job.
""As I said, the salary is $1,000 a week, but all of the expenses are paid, so you would only have to pay for your personal items. He lives a very lavish lifestyle, so I don''t think you would be lacking for anything. You would be required to take care of his four-year-old son. It will not be a difficult job and there are other girls in the household who would help you, but you would be ultimately responsible for Mr. Jergen''s son''s well-being. This is not a nine-to-five job. You would be responsible 24/7 for his son, but I know that Mr. Jergen is a very good boss and I think you would find that you will have ample time to see the sights of Haiti."” He watched her expression. Oh yes, she wants the job. She wants the job bad. Now to see just how badly she really wants it. “"Is it something you would like and could do, Jessica?""
She couldn''t believe this! She could never even have imagined such an ideal job. And being in such an exotic location made it more exciting. If she saved most of the money she would not even have to work part-time next year. She had to have this job.
""Yes, Professor Johnson, I would love it. And I am more than qualified for it. I would not let you or Mr. Jergen down; I know I would do an excellent job and I would be happy to meet with Mr. Jergen any time that is convenient for him.""
""That will not be necessary, Jessica. I told him about you and your qualifications. He was more than satisfied and he has given me the final authority to decide whether or not to hire you.""
Here it comes ... Now I have to show my appreciation. “"What would help convince you that I am the right person for the job, Professor?"” She stared at him, waiting, dreading what the response would be.
""You are one of my top students and I have always admired your intelligence. I know you have seen me watching you. You are a very beautiful girl, Jessica, with a very lovely body. I would like to see more of it."” He smiled at her. His cock jutted out the front of his trousers, and his hand reaching down to rub the head through the material. It was hidden from her sight and he knew she could tell what he was doing but at this point he didn''t care.
So it was out in the open. He wanted her body in exchange for the job. She was still not sure what she would be required to do, but decision time had arrived. She stared directly at his face and slowly uncrossed her legs. She let them part, spreading them wider and wider until her knees were almost a foot apart. She saw his eyes move down, staring between her legs, into the dark recess only partly hidden by her skirt. She saw his silly smirk, thinking that he had won. She would submit to him. “"Anything you want, Professor.""
It was just as they had planned it. They had picked well. She would be thinking that this would be the end of it, but in reality it would be just the beginning of the long road of degradation planned for her.
""Spread your legs wider, Jessica. There is nothing more beautiful than a girl with her legs spread wide."” He watched and waited, though not for long, as her legs began to move outward again, her knees spreading wider until there was almost two feet between them. “"Very good, now I want your legs spread wide each day in my class for the remainder of the semester. I want you that way every day,"” he repeated, “"but on Fridays ... “” the smirk grew wider, “” ... you are not to wear panties on Fridays. Is that understood?"” He imagined how she would look, her naked sex peeking out from beneath her skirt as he taught. It would be difficult to hide his cock from the class, but that would make it an even more enjoyable game.
She knew she had to obey, but luckily there were only three more weeks until summer break. Then she would be free of him. “"Yes, Professor,"” she answered as submissively as she could, playing along, but even so, she sat there waiting, feeling very uncomfortable as his eyes peered up between her legs. She would normally close her thighs together, trying to discourage his leering glances, yet now she was encouraging them.
""Stand up and remove your sweater, Jessica.""
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She stood. He was staring at her, waiting, waiting for her to begin undressing in front of him. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving as she did and slowly began to pull her sweater up. Her taut, tanned stomach was uncovered, and then the lacy bra she had put on, before finally pulling the sweater over her head. She diverted her eyes from his, slowly and meticulously folding the sweater and putting it on the chair. Turning toward him, her breasts pushed up high by her bra, she realized she was more embarrassed than she thought she would be, stripping for her Professor. She cringed when she heard his voice again.
""Very nice cleavage, Jessica. Please remove your bra. I want to see those lovely breasts."” His hand rubbed his hard cock again while he watched her.
She reached back to unhook her bra, then pushed it off her arms, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands quickly covered her breasts, her hard nipples poking into her palms. She looked down, not wanting to see his leering glares.
She modestly tried to cover as much of herself as she could, her fingers gripping her breasts hard.
""Turn toward me, Jessica. Lace your fingers behind your neck and push your elbows out to the side."” He was making her perform for him, posing her body in provocative positions, making her submit to his will.
She closed her eyes and turned toward him. The cool air in his office hit her breasts; her hard nipples poked out like little thermometers. She hooked her hands behind her neck as she''d been told and slowly pushed her elbows out to the side. She knew that her breasts were being thrust out, and that his eyes were drinking in the sight of her naked beauties.
""Arch your back a little; stick out your tits for me, Jessica. You have nothing to hide. They are such a lovely pair."” He watched as she stretched, her breasts rising delightfully.
""You have such nice, dark brown areolas. I bet they''re the size of half dollars. And your nipples are like hard erasers, so pointed and erect.""
Her eyes squinted shut, trying to hide from her shame, but the flaming color in her cheeks gave her away. He waited, wanting her to grow uncomfortable, standing there, thrusting her naked breasts out for him. She finally opened her eyes, only to hear his next command.
""Come over here now, Jessica."” He motioned her over to his desk, pushing his chair out to the side so she would have room next to him.
She walked slowly, self-conscious, as her naked breasts bounced, his eyes never leaving them. She stood next to him and he motioned her even closer. She cringed when she felt his hands touch her and tried to cover herself as he moved her sideways, drawing her between his legs.
""Put your arms back up, Jessica. Push your tits out for me again.""
His hands slid up her sides, feeling her body cringe as he touched her bare flesh. She sucked in her breath when his hand cupped one naked breast, cradling it like a baby. His finger gently caressed the hard nipple, snapping back and forth over it. He smiled, enjoying her quiet moans as she endured his fondling, the expression on his face showing his enjoyment in touching her young breasts, her flesh so resilient and lively.
He rudely handled her breasts, taking liberties with them that she would never normally allow. He took great pleasure in bouncing them up and down, jiggling them like Jell-O. His fingers roughly touching her nipples, pinching and prodding the hard tips. She was so humiliated, standing there, half naked, willingly thrusting her breasts out for his abuse.
""Now, Jessica, what I want to do to your lovely body is to make you cum. I am going to masturbate you and you will cum for me. Now, don''t try to fake it; I can tell if you do. Do you understand?"” He wanted to hear her acceptance.
Oh, God, not that. She thought maybe she would just have to jerk him off. But no, he wanted to masturbate her. He wanted to see the humiliation on her face as he masturbated her pussy until she came all over his fingers and hands. “"Why don''t you let me jerk you off, Professor? I''m good at it and will make you cum."” That would be so much less humiliating. Just a quick jerk off and she could be on her way and forget this ever happened.
""No, Jessica, I want to see how well you respond to masturbation. Now raise your skirt up above your waist and hold it there."” She saw his cock jerk in his pants, twitching in anticipation that he would soon see her pussy, the treasure he had sought for so long.
Jessica prayed it would be over soon. Would she even be able to cum in front of him? She reached down to the hem of her skirt, the garment already short, well above her knees. She slowly slid it up her body, flashing more and more of her bare legs. She looked at the Professor, his eyes staring intently as she revealed her body. At least his eyes were off her naked breasts for the moment. She lifted her skirt higher, her panties now partially exposed, and she was glad she had not worn her thong. At least her ass would be somewhat covered. She wasn''t sure for how long, but the initial embarrassment would be less. She closed her eyes as she raised her skirt to her waist, feeling cool air on her abdomen, her panties cut low on her hips exposing ample naked flesh. She imagined how she looked to him, naked from the waist up, her nipples pointed and hard, her hands holding up her skirt revealing her skimpy panties to him.
She had never felt so degraded. A young woman forced by economic circumstances to prostitute her body for a cushy summer job. But she also felt this deeper desire. Though the Professor was not her chosen lover, she felt a strange sexual stirring. Being forced to submit to his demands had made her pussy wet. She could feel it, the dampness between her legs.
The Professor could wait no longer and reached around her, eager to fondle the lovely naked flesh before him. One hand reached for her ass cheeks, the tight flesh packed so tightly into the small panties. He grabbed her cheeks in his palms, squeezing tightly, hearing her gasp as her body was roughly fondled.
""Such a nice tight ass, Jessica. You must work out to get your buttocks so nice. I bet the boys love to grab your ass.""
It was so embarrassing as he spoke of her body, forcing her to accept his control over her, making her uncomfortable as he freely took sexual liberties with her body.
""Open your eyes, Jessica. I want you watching my hands as they fondle you and masturbate your sweet pussy. I want you to see everything that I am doing to you.""
His hand moved around to the front, slowly sliding over her naked abdomen until it came to her low-cut panties. Her eyes were wide open in fear and humiliation as she was forced to watch her own degradation.
""Much better, Jessica. Such a lovely body, so soft."” His hand moved down over her panty-covered abdomen, feeling her slight bulge. “"I feel a small bush; you must shave. I can''t wait to see.""
She heard the self-satisfaction in his voice and forced herself not to pull back when his fingers pushed in harder, slipping into her, feeling the puffy lips that protected her pink insides.
""I love big lips like yours, the feel of fleshy folds of skin protecting your sweet pussy.""
She felt his fingers running up and down her pussy, pulling back her lips, pushing the panty material between them, and knowing that he could feel her wetness, even through the panties. His fingers became more insistent, pinching her pussy lips hard. It was always that way with men, always rougher than they should be. She had found that with her other lovers; they would start off slowly, tender. Then their cocks would take over, eager to plunge into her treasures, eager to hear her gasps of pain and pleasure as they took her hard. She found she had started to get use to it, even craved it. She wanted a man to take control of her body, to do what he wanted with it without concern for her desires, his only intention to take his pleasures from her. It seem now that she was getting her wish as she stood there, half naked, her body being roughly fondled.
He cupped her pussy with his hand, his palm engulfing her sex. He felt her shift her legs, opening for him. He looked into her eyes, recognizing the change coming over her.
""Yes, very good Jessica. Open your legs for me, open them wider. Let me feel your pussy, let me make it feel good, let me make you cum for me.""
She parted her legs wider, feeling his other hand run down her ass to the back of her naked legs, pushing between her thighs, feeling the soft, tender flesh so near her pussy. Her sex was now held tightly by two strong hands, fingers twitching between her pussy lips from both front and back, nestling in tighter, lips pushed around them, cradling his fingers. Her hips began a rhythmic movement, a gentle sway back and forth as his hands began to feel good on her sex.
""I can feel you getting wet for me, Jessica. Is your pussy creaming for me, getting wet so I can finger your tight snatch? Is that what you want, Jessica, for me to finger fuck you until you cum all over my hands?""
His hand moved over her sex, the fingers snuggling between her pussy lips. She bowed her legs out farther, giving him easier access to her wet pussy. He was right; her juices were flowing. The excitement of being forced to submit to his fondling was making her wetter than she could ever remember being.
""Yes, please,"” she whispered, her voice so soft she could just barely hear it, so afraid of admitting it out loud.
""What did you say, Jessica?"” He wanted her to repeat it, forcing her to say it louder.
""Yes, please. Make me cum!"” she blurted out and quickly reddened with shame at her sudden outburst. She looked at his face, a broad grin flashing across it.
""I think we need to get these cute little panties off you. I want to see your naked pussy and ass. Put your legs together so I can pull them down."” She complied, tucking her legs together. “"Watch as I strip them from you, Jessica. Remember what I said. I want you watching my hands as I masturbate you. I want you watching everything.""
Her tiny panties slowly slid down over her hips, the cool air of the room breathing on her pussy, his masculine hands slowly stripping her. She continued to hold her skirt up high, aiding him in making her naked before him.
""I love what you do with your bush."” His fingers trailed over her mound, a small triangle of hair, neatly cut and cropped. He had pulled her panties down only above her knees, making her part her legs so the material stretched tightly between them.
No male had seen her bush since she had trimmed it that way. She wasn''t even sure why she had done it. Probably just a time she was horny and decided she wanted a change. His fingers brushing across the soft blonde hairs shimmering in the light started a tingling in her sex, a vibration. He had left her panties pulled down as if she was a little girl waiting for a spanking. Her body trembled as his fingers lightly traced across her pussy lips, moving up and down, but not pushing between them, yet.
He pulled her body toward him, her pussy now only inches from his face, and her body fully between his legs. He blew on her super-heated pussy, feeling her shiver in response. He put his fingers on each side of her pussy lips, grabbing the fleshy skin tightly and pulling them back, watching as her pink insides were slowly revealed. He let go, covering her pussy again then moved an adjustable desk lamp closer to her, able to move in any direction, able to direct the light to any surface. He pushed her panties all the way to the floor.
""Step out of them, Jessica. You won''t need them anymore.""
He waited, not having to give her the next command. She was already learning.
She saw him move the light near her, knowing what he was going to do. It was dim in the room, hiding some of her nakedness. He planned on shining the light directly on her, starting with her pussy. She kicked her panties to the side and stood there, her shoes and skirt, still held up high, the only things keeping her from being completely naked. She moved her legs apart, watching him stare at her slowly spreading pussy.
""Good girl, Jessica."” His hands urged her thighs further, her legs now over three feet apart, her pussy lips pulling back from the obscene spread of her legs."” Yes, that is so good."” He inhaled her fragrance, the sweet smell of her pussy juices. He shined the light directly on her pussy, looking into her eyes as she willingly obeyed him.
She felt the heat of the bulb on her sex, the brightly shining light only inches from her pussy. It was worse than a doctor''s exam. This was her Professor who was so intimately examining her, not a doctor looking at her sex in a clinical manner. His fingers fumbled with her pussy lips, gripping them tightly before peeling them back. She watched in humiliation as she was slowly exposed, her inner pussy glistening with juices reflected in the bright light. He pulled her open until she was stretched wide, a dull ache beginning from the obscene spread. She shifted her legs. Was he ever going to stop spreading them? She looked down. Her pussy was now opened to the revealing light, exposed to this stranger whose only intent was to humiliate her.
""Mmmm, that hurts,"” she moaned.
He pushed in quickly, his tongue already out, running up and down her slit, tasting her sweet nectar, tasting the slightly salty juices of her desires.
""God! No!!"” She almost dropped her skirt as she felt his hot tongue run harshly up and down her slit, lathering it with his saliva mixing with her juices as her hips pushed her pussy forward onto his waiting tongue. Her knees felt like they were going to buckle as he tongue fucked her. She did not know if she could stand much of this, her body trembling in pleasure as the rough tongue ran over her slick pussy.
He pulled back his tongue. He had so much more to do to her. “"Not yet, Jessica. I don''t want you to cum yet."” His finger ran up and down her slit, her juices allowing it to glide effortlessly. The bright light revealed her most intimate secrets. His fingers moved to her clit, the tiny bud hidden by its hood. He pressed on it, pushing down and outward, slowly revealing her clit. It was already dark red in lust, swollen to over twice its size, hard as a pebble. He moved his fingers in on both sides, squeezing it between them.
She could see him reveal her clit to his gaze, his fingers pushing against the exposed bud, like a tiny vise crushing it, squeezing more blood to the engorged head. Her hips rotated, forcing his fingers to tighten on the hard bud, bringing a masochistic pleasure. “"Agghh!"” she cried, needing to cum so badly, not sure she could wait, not sure she could stop the pleasure from overcoming her.
He released her clit and his fingers moved to her vagina, the tiny mouth opened slightly by the spread of her legs. One finger pushed into the hole, sliding on the juices already present.
""I want your pussy to cream for me, Jessica. I want more juices. Look down!"” he ordered. “"Watch as my fingers force their way into your defenseless vagina; watch as I control your body, taking my pleasure with your pussy, and you, unable to stop me."” He moved one hand behind her, pushing on her ass cheeks, forcing her pussy onto the invading finger in her vagina.
She watched his hands as her pussy slowly spread open, feeling his finger moving inside her, twisting and turning as it bore into her pussy, rubbing into her passage. He pushed harder on her ass, forcing her pussy to accept the finger moving deeper and deeper inside her. She raised her skirt higher, her legs spread wide, naked as he fingered her tight pussy. Her juices were flowing, the excitement of being taken, forced to accept whatever he desired to do to her young body, her only release to be when he allowed her to cum on his fingers. One finger became two, the digits spreading her wider, her pussy clamping down on them, still tight as she spread her legs more giving him greater access to her body. She could smell her sex, feel and hear the fingers making slight noises as they pushed in and out, gliding on her juices. She began to fuck herself back and forth on the invading fingers, each time forcing them deep inside her, feeling them twisting and turning, the knuckles rubbing harshly on her inner walls.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, slick and wet from her juices and put them in his mouth, tasting the sweet nectar from her body, his cock jumping as if it could also taste her. “"No, not yet Jessica, you''re still not ready to cum yet. Turn around; put your back to me.""
She obeyed, turning, now facing away from him, backing up as he continued to direct, until she felt her butt touch him and his hands on her thighs, urging her legs to part. At least she would not be able to see what he was doing. She bit her lip and spread her legs spread wide again, waiting, her chest heaving. She did not have to wait long, his large palms completely encircling each globe of her ass cheeks, squeezing the taut flesh.
""Have you ever been spanked before, Jessica?"” His hands seized her roughly, clenching and unclenching on her cheeks.
""My father, but that was over ten years ago,"” she responded, barely able to think between breaths.
""No, I meant spanked sexually. Has anyone ever warmed your ass cheeks in order to make your pussy tingle?""
""Never!"” she exclaimed, suddenly understanding where he was going with this.
""Hold still, Jessica."” He let his hand swing, hitting her hard on the right cheek, the loud slap resounding in the room.
""Ow!"” yelled Jessica, but she did not move, feeling his hand rubbing the spot it had just slapped. It moved lower between her legs to slip two fingers into her drenched pussy. She arched her ass backwards, forcing the fingers in deeper, wanting so badly to cum. She felt the fingers leave, and braced for the sting of his hand, her teeth clenched tightly. This time her left cheek was the recipient of the slap. Now she hopped on one foot, the pain radiating throughout her body.
""Bad girls need a good spanking. I wish I had the time to do you properly, but I am sure that you will encounter it again. Now relax your ass cheeks, don''t tighten them.""
His finger sought out the split in her butt, tracing up and down, pushing in a bit deeper and deeper each time. He had to slap her ass once when she tightened on his finger. She grunted in pain but allowed his finger free access to her split.
She felt a fear in the pit of her stomach. No one had ever touched her asshole before. She just never considered it an erotic area. And it was so tiny. She had looked at her anus in the mirror once; it was only a tiny star. Any time a boy had even considered touching her back there, she immediately stopped him.
She felt his fingers part her ass cheeks, knowing that her anus was being completely exposed. She felt the heat from the light, knowing that he had moved it to better illuminate the most hidden part of her body.
""No,"” she protested weakly as she felt his fingers on either side of her anus, slowly pulling outward, opening her tiny back passage to his prying eyes and fingers. “"God, no!""
She felt his tongue run over her anus, humiliated that he would do that to such a place. A tear fell from her eye as she endured the wet tongue lathering her tiny hole, unable, or unwilling to stop him. She gritted her teeth, almost biting her tongue as his mouth moved away, replaced by a slick finger applying pressure to her anus. She groaned as she felt it slowly release, unable to stop the digit from forcing her open.
His finger was suddenly sucked into her hot, tight, back passage, her sphincter grabbing, squeezing, then trying to force it from her backside. It felt strange, having something enter her backside instead of pushing out. Her body fought the intrusion, but it was no match for him, unable to stop him from twisting it around, making her feel his knuckles pushing hard on her tender passage. She groaned in pain as her tiny anus received its first fingering, stretching her backside for bigger things.
""Have you ever been sodomized, Jessica?""
""No!"” she exclaimed rapidly, leaving no doubt that she had a virgin asshole.
Someone would be lucky to be the first to drive a hard cock up her asshole, lucky to hear her scream as it bore painfully for the first time in her unused asshole. And that person would probably be Michael. “"You have a nice hot, tight asshole, Jessica, made for a good ass fucking. But I think it is time to cum, Jessica. Turn around again,"” he ordered her.
She looked relieved to turn around. He knew it hurt as his dry finger plunged up her backside. She turned toward him, spreading her legs wide, pushing her pussy into the right place, the light shining brightly on it, her eyes down, watching his hands as they moved back to her pussy. His fingers plunged back into her, three fingers this time, her pussy spread wide around them as the knuckles rubbed harshly.
""Too many, too many fingers! Please! It hurts!"” She squirmed as her tight walls stretched wide to accommodate the multiple fingers plunging inside her.
He enjoyed her hips twisting from side to side, trying to escape the fat fingers spreading her wide, her pussy wrapped tightly around them. But her feet stayed put, legs spread, willingly accepting his finger fucking. He moved his other hand up to her clit, looking into her eyes as he grabbed the hard bud with two fingers, pinching tightly, twisting. At the same time he plunged the three fingers deeper into her pussy, contorting his fingers as they plunged into her clasping passage, making her feel every bump on the knuckles as they bore in. “"It is time to cum for me, Jessica. When you cum, keep your legs spread. I don''t want you closing them. You are going to have to cum more than once for me. Do you understand, Jessica?""
Her hips fucked the fingers filling her, sliding on her silky passage, slick with her juices. Her clit was swollen, sensitive, the pleasure making her pussy clamp onto the invading fingers inside her.
""Yes, I will keep my legs spread."” She hesitated, almost afraid to ask, “"what if I can''t cum more than once?""
""You will, Jessica. If you don''t, I will turn you around and fuck your tiny hole with my fingers. Unless you want three fat fingers stretching your asshole wide, you will cum when I tell you. Do you understand?""
""No!"” she shouted, “"not there!"” She began to hump the fingers harder, pushing her hips forward, trying to drive the fingers into her pussy as deeply as she could. “"Oh! That feels sooo good. Harder, please finger my pussy harder!""
""That is what I like to hear, Jessica."” He pushed deeper inside her, feeling her hot, tight pussy gripping around his fingers as they fucked her roughly, her hips matching his powerful thrusts, driving them into her deeper. He grabbed her clit again, twisting and pulling on the sensitive bud, her body jerking in response. He heard her heavy breathing, the slapping of her pussy onto his hand as she fucked him hard, riding his fingers to her first orgasm. He did not have to wait long.
""Fuck me!"” Her hips pumped up and down. “"That''s good, so good!"” Her body shuddered with the first orgasm. She couldn''t take her eyes off his hand, the hand that was masturbating her, fingers hidden from view, plowing into her tight pussy, making her cum for him.
He released her clit, rubbing the bud lightly with his fingertip, letting the pleasure overcome her senses. Her body still rocked on his fingers, her pussy clenching as her orgasm continued. He continued to plunge back and forth inside her, his fingers now soaked in her juices, sliding effortlessly in her slick passage.
He felt her begin to close her legs. “"Keep your legs open!""
Her body responded instantly, her legs moving outward again, her pussy no longer able to clamp on the invading fingers inside her. He felt her body begin to slump, his fingers slowing down to a gentle fucking.
He pulled his fingers out until they were only up to the fingertips. He put his little finger along the other three and plunged them back into her pussy, four fingers now spreading her open in one forceful thrust into her soaked passage. Her hips arched backwards, attempting to escape the four fingers. Running his hand over her ass, he pinched the smooth skin, driving her pussy back onto the fat fingers plunging inside her. He grabbed her clit again, the bud super-sensitive from coming.
""Oh! Not so hard!"” she screamed, but he continued to manipulate her clit, his fingers fucking her again. “"No!"” she cried, but her hips began to rock again, taking the fat fingers, her pussy compelled to spread painfully wide.
""Yes, Jessica, cum for me again. I know you can do it. Cum all over my fingers as they fuck your tight, hot pussy.""
It only took a few minutes, her eyes glued to his hand, masturbating her, forcing her to cum again. Stripped naked, required to have multiple orgasms as he watched her body shudder repeatedly. He had power over her, the power to make her cum on his command. And she had the desire to please him by coming for him again. She had never had multiple orgasms, even when she had masturbated herself. She would stop as soon as she had cum once. The Professor did not allow her to stop, continuing to masturbate her until she was ready again.
""Yes!!!"” Her body racked with pleasure as her clit was manipulated, her pussy finger-fucked to another orgasm. Her legs began to get weak, her pussy clenching and unclenching on the fingers inside her, her juices running down her thighs to drip on the floor beneath her. She wanted to collapse, her legs unable to support her body any longer.
""Not yet, Jessica, once more for me. Cum for me one more time."” His hands moved to her waist, pushing her limp body over to the desk, her tits pushed onto the cold surface, her nipples turning rock hard as they pressed into the wood. He grabbed her hips, pulling her backwards, her upper body on the desk, her ass pushed, arched up as if offering her sex to him
She barely felt her body being moved, bent over the desk, her strength sapped by the multiple orgasms. He kicked her legs apart, spreading her wide open again. She looked over her shoulder and saw him sucking a finger into his mouth, lubricating it. She knew instantly where it would go as her pussy was already soaked. He was going to finger-fuck her asshole. Her eyes pleaded with him, her body too weak to put up any resistance. She lay across his desk, feeling his hand moving sensuously over her ass cheeks, fingers sliding over her exposed anus. His other hand moved up between her legs, playing with her wet pussy, taking some of the juices and sliding up between her cheeks, coating her anus.
He would not wait; he had to make her cum again. He pushed two fingers into her asshole, her sphincter grabbing on them, trying to force them out. With her pussy juice on them, they slid effortlessly up her back passage, her head thrashing around on the desk as she bore the pain of the stretching fingers in her virgin asshole.
""Feel your asshole clench on my fingers, Jessica. I want you to cum one more time, this time with my fingers up your asshole.""
She heard the sound of the slap, a sickening sound as flesh met wet flesh. It seemed like minutes before she felt the pain, a sharp bite coming from her sex. He had slapped her with his palm, hitting her full on her wet pussy, spraying her juices onto the desk. Her ass arched up off the desk from the force of his slap. By the time she moved back down, his hand had slapped her pussy again. This time the pain was not as bad, almost pleasurable, her pussy stinging, yet not painfully. It was a new feeling, a feeling she could not yet comprehend. She arched her ass back, forcing the fingers inside her in deeper, the painful stretching mingling with the pussy slapping. His hand moved up higher this time, forcing her up onto her toes, his palm hitting her pussy, hitting her fully on her clit. She saw shooting stars as the pain radiated in her sex.
""Cum for me again, Jessica. Cum while I spank your pussy and finger-fuck your asshole.""
Her body shook as another orgasm hit then he slapped her clit. Harder this time, smashing the swollen bud into her body, his fingers causing cramping in her stomach as they continued to plunge up her backside. But it was his voice that did it. His voice ordering her to cum while he spanked her pussy and finger-fucked her asshole. She came again, a puddle forming on his desk beneath her, her body rocked by the orgasms. She was still on her toes, giving him access to her clit, making her sex available to his punishment.
He finally stopped, his fingers pulling painfully out her asshole, her sphincter clamping down on them as they exited, almost as if it did not want them to leave. He felt her body slump down, exhausted from coming, covered in sweat, the smell of sex permeating his office.
He ran his hands over her ass. “"Very good. You got yourself a job for the summer. Just don''t forget the rest of our bargain. Legs spread every day in class. Legs spread with no panties on Friday. I want to see that little bush on Fridays. Close the door when you leave, Jessica.""
She watched him go, but was unable to get up, exhausted and confused. Not sure how everything had happened. Not sure why he was able to make her cum so much. Especially when he did things to her that she would never have allowed. She finally began to get cold, urging her to get dressed and go back to her room and slump down on the bed, unable to even undress before she fell into an exhausted sleep.
* * * * ** * * *
Monday was the hardest, the first day of class with Professor Johnson after their sexual encounter. She wasn''t really sure what to call it. It was still so very confusing. He gave her a big grin when she walked in, his eyes on her as she sat down. It was as if he was looking through her clothes, seeing her naked again. The class began to fill up and he finally began to lecture. After about five minutes, he gave her one of those scowling looks. She knew what he meant. She let her legs part until her knees were over a foot apart. He was looking down as she did. How the hell could he lecture while staring up her skirt? He smirked a little, but she knew he wanted more.
Farther her legs went until her knees were over the sides of the chair, at least two feet between her thighs. He smiled and went back to lecturing, though he did seem to hide behind the lectern the whole time.
Every class was like that. All except Friday. Fridays were no panties day. She sat down, his smirk even bigger than usual.
""Good morning, Jessica,"” he stated loud enough for all to hear. “"I hope you are not going to disappoint me,"” he whispered.
""No, Professor. You will see what you are expecting. I don''t go back on my word."” She spread her legs before the class even started. It felt strange, the cool air on her naked sex in a public place. She weakly smiled back at him.
""More,"” he whispered, just before the class began.
She let her legs spread wider again, feeling her pussy getting wet. God, I hope I don''t wet my skirt. He had a huge grin on his face. He even dropped his pen one time, bending down to pick it up, gazing straight ahead so he could see up her skirt. She was so humiliated, knowing that some in the class could tell what he was doing.
This went on for the three weeks until the end of the semester. It was the final Friday. She was so pleased to be going to Haiti for the summer that she decided to give Professor Johnson a special treat. She wore the shortest skirt she could find. And she was naked underneath it. Luckily no one else was in the first row today. She sat down, her legs spread wide, real wide. Then while he was watching, she pulled her skirt up until he could see her naked pussy. She almost laughed at his tongue looking like it was going to fall out of his mouth. She stayed like that the whole period, smiling broadly each time she caught him looking at her naked pussy.
""I hope you have a great summer, Jessica. And thank you for that special treat today.""
""You''re welcome, Professor, and thanks for the job. And for the other, too."” She smiled and walked out of the room, her naked ass swinging beneath her skirt as she did.
Her summer adventure was fast approaching. She received a large envelope prior to her departure with all of the pertinent information she would need including tickets and money for expenses. Also in it was a contract, a very formal contract that was to be notarized and returned prior to her departure. Upon receipt of the signed contract, her first month''s pay would be advanced. She read the entire contract, twice, not understanding all of it. It did have some very strange language. It basically stated that since Jessica would be outside the United States, the laws of the United States would not apply, including any laws that she might sue under. Suit for any offense, including lawsuits resulting from sexual misconduct, would have to be brought under the Haitian court system following Haitian laws.
There were also some very defined rules. All women were to only wear dresses or skirts. No slacks would be allowed and Jessica was not to bring any. One part read, “"Haiti is a male dominated society and Mr. Jergen desires to try to be as inconspicuous as possible. Since his household staff is very large and predominantly Haitian, he has chosen to follow their local customs, though he might not agree with some of them. The Haitian society is built upon the practice of Voodoo. While Mr. Jergen does not believe in it, a large part of Haitian society does. Mr. Jergen is not responsible for any acts that might be committed against your person by those practicing Voodoo."” While it did sound strange, it also sounded very adventurous and romantic—a strange land with strange people. Jessica signed the contract and sent it back immediately.
It was finally time to leave, and having moved out of the dorm, she stayed in a hotel the last night prior to departing tonight. It was a night flight, expected to be about nine hours with layovers. Her seat was first class. She dressed in a simple white, button-down blouse, black skirt—rather short, and nylons. Not pantyhose, but real stockings. She had felt decidedly sexy while shopping and bought twelve pairs and six garter belts in assorted colors. She had never worn them before—they were way before her time—but she hated pantyhose. Well, she really didn''t hate them, they were so easy and convenient, but they were just so ugly. There was nothing sexy about standing there half-naked in your pantyhose.
She had been going past a small women''s shop when she saw them in the window. They were so beautiful. And sexy. Maybe it was that she was feeling horny and wanted something to spark up her sex life, or lack of sex life, especially after that strange evening with Professor Johnson. She bought a wide assortment of colors; some even had the seam running up the back. The garter belts were simply exquisite, with small ribbons on each leg. She ran home to try them on. She put on a pair of black stockings and a black garter belt. God, did she look good. Her legs had always been her best attribute and these made them look even better. Perched atop a pair of high heels, black panties and bra, she almost came just looking at herself in the mirror.
She also bought a few “"toys"” for the lonely nights, still in the box, saving them for her new adventure. One was something she had never thought about, but bought in the spirit of this new adventure.