The Smell of Sex Ch.7
by Couture
Couture@literotica.org
(FF, panty, humil, Fd)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit
stories and situations.
(c) 2001 by Couture
Chapter VII
Laura rushed to Dr. Adams's class, opened the door quietly, and sat down in the
back row trying very hard not to be seen. When she finally had the courage to
look up, she saw the disapproving scowl on her professor's face.
'Damn!' she thought, 'I'm going to be in trouble; that old bitch doesn't miss
anything.'
She made it through the class without drawing further attention to herself, but
all she could think about was sitting naked, with her legs spread wide in Dr.
Adams's office, and having her professor look at her like she was some kind of
slut, while all the time that horrible fan blew, teasing her aroused sex.
After class, Laura waited for Dr. Adams at the front of the room, just behind
the other girls who were waiting to talk to the professor.
'I used to be one of those girls staying after class to ask a few choice
questions. It never hurts to score a few quick brownie points with the
teacher.' Laura's eyes dropped down and gazed at the outline of the other
girls' panties. It made her conscious of the absence of her own, and
re-awakened the desire in her own sex as well. 'But now I'm just a horny slut
craving the humiliation of spreading my legs for my teacher while a fan dries
my sex.'
Laura stood there, eyes downcast, as the last of the girls left the class.
"Well, if it isn't little Laurie. So nice of you to make it to class today,
young lady." Dr. Adams packed up the papers on her desk, not even glancing up
at the nervous girl.
"We will discuss your tardiness and take care of your *problem* in my office.
Follow me young lady." Without a backward glance, Dr. Adams turned around and
walked briskly out the classroom toward her office.
A meek Laura walked a few steps behind her teacher. Her gaze naturally falling
on her teacher's full, womanly ass as it swayed. Laura could see the outline
of lacy panties through the material of her skirt.
When they were inside her office, Dr. Adams paused at the entrance and locked
the door behind Laura.
"Laura, I'm very cross with you. Yesterday you cut my class entirely. Now
today you show up late."
Dr. Adams grimaced and turned up her nose after smelling Laura's hair. "After
doing God knows what," she added.
Laura's eyes grew wide and she began to nervously twist a stray strand of her
hair around her index finger.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you know my c-c-condition. It makes some things very . .
. um difficult for me," answered Laura, peeking out from under her bangs,
trying to play the poor-little-girl-lost look for all it would be worth.
"Well, let me see how bad it is today. You know the routine: take off your
clothes and sit in the chair so I can see how wet you are. Hmmmpf, I'm sure
you are leaking like a faucet, since I can smell you from here," said her
disapproving professor.
"Um-ah, it was just that, I-I was in such a rush to get to your class ma'am,
that um . . . I didn't have time to clean up," murmured the horrified blonde,
when she realized she hadn't even rinsed off after her earlier escapades with
Beth.
To delay her fate as long as she could, she started stripping off her clothes
slowly. Then, she carefully folded each item and placed them on the corner of
her teacher's wooden desk. As she bent to remove her Mary Janes and socks she
heard Dr. Adams say, "Leave on the cute little socks and your pretty Mary
Janes, Laura. There will be no need to take them off, will there?"
Blushing and looking at the floor, the young blonde shook her head indicating
no. 'Let's get this over with,' Laura thought, as she sat down on the wooden
chair and spread her legs slightly.
"Laura," Dr. Adams chided Laura disapprovingly, "You know your legs go over the
arm rails."
Laura dreaded showing off her denuded aroused sex, but she obeyed her teacher
and placed her legs over the arm rails.
Dr. Adams began to circle the blushing girl, tracing various parts of her body
with a ruler.
"What is that written on your chest Laura?" Dr. Adams said, as she slapped the
breast on which Beth's name and phone number were inscribed with her wooden
ruler.
"Ouch! . . . um, it's a friend of mine. I'm supposed to call her and ah . . .
ask her to meet me at my dorm tonight to ahh . . . study. I-I forget things
so she -- I mean, *I* wrote her phone number on my b-breast so when . . . um .
. . I change clothes tonight, I'll be sure to s-s-see it and remember to call
her."
"Uh-huh. Sure it is, Laura," Dr. Adams said skeptically. Her voice sounded
unconvinced.
To Laura's horror, her teacher picked up the phone from her desk and made a
call. Then after a short period of time, she said, "Hi Beth, this is Dr.
Adams. Laura wanted me to tell you to meet her at room 314 in Parker Hall
tonight at 8:00 to *study*." Smiling, she hung up the phone.
"Wouldn't it have been a lot smarter to just leave a message? Well we can't
expect too much out of some people can we, Laurie?"
'God! She must think I'm the dumbest blonde on the planet,' Laura thought, as
she shook her head indicating her agreement.
Dr. Adams bent down and traced Laura's bare sex with her ruler. "I see you're
going for the *complete* little girl look now. I like it! It suits someone like
*you* so well."
"Why, with those small breasts of yours, the hairless vagina, and schoolgirl
clothes, if I didn't know better, I could swear that you were about -- oh --
say twelve years old. You definitely acted like a little girl today when you
didn't show me the proper respect and failed to come to my class on time. I
think we will have to address that *right now*," said the stern, older woman,
as she pointed her ruler at the cowering student.
"Okay, you want to be a little girl, then we'll just have to treat you like
one! I want you to stand up facing my desk and lean over and grab the far edge
with both of your hands . . . *this instant*!"
"Good girl," Dr. Adams assured the blonde, as she assumed the correct position.
"Now, bend way on down there and lay your forgetful little head on the desk.
You will keep those legs together and straight, if you know what's good for
you. Remain completely still and silent, until I'm finished," commanded Dr.
Adams. "That's my girl. Posture and respect are so very important for young
women."
Laura was very uncomfortable with this new position. She couldn't see Dr. Adams
or what she was doing, but she could feel her Achilles tendons stretched
tautly, from her ankles to her naked ass. Her breasts were mashed against the
cold glass top of the wooden desk.
'Why does she have me positioned like this? She can't dry me in this position,"
wondered Laura. Then a cold realization struck her. She was about to be
spanked - for the first time in her whole life. Just like some disobedient
little girl.
"Well Laura, tonight when you look at your tiny breast, you will remember your
friend - um, Beth, was it, is coming over to study. But, for the next few
days, when you attempt to sit down, you will think of *me*, and you will
remember to come to my class . . . "
Dr. Adams brought the ruler down smartly on the tender flesh of Laura's milky
white bottom.
". . . *ON TIME*!"
"Oooo, please . . . don't do . . . OHH!" Laura pleaded.
"Oooo, please . . . don't, I've OOO . . ."
"OW OW OW!!!" Laura surged forward onto the desk knocking off some papers as
she lay across the cold glass surface and brought both her hands back to cover
the delicate cheeks of her now smarting ass.
"God! Please . . . that hurts . . . please!" Laura begged, as she rubbed the
burning ass cheeks, of her still wiggling rump.
"Laura! Behave yourself girl. You moved and talked, when I said not to, so I'm
afraid those don't licks don't count," the professor chided her errant student.
"Now we're just going to do this, *all over again*. We can keep at this till
you take the twenty-five licks you deserve like a grown woman, instead of some
spoiled little twelve-year-old brat. Now get back where you were and we'll
begin again." Laura blushed hearing her fears realized. Dr. Adams no longer
saw her as a grown woman with opinions, but as a spoiled, disobedient child.
'Well, I'll prove to her that I'm not a child,' she vowed, as she got back into
the humiliating position. She was determined to endure her punishment like a
grown-up *woman*!
"That's much better. Now, count them out little girl!" sneered Dr. Adams.
"Gasp . . . um . . . one." "Louder, you little baby."
"Owww . . . TWO!"
"As we're doing this for you own good, 'thank me' and tell me that in future
you will do as you are told, you spoiled brat!"
"THREE!"
"Thank you Dr. Adams, I will do as I'm told from now on."
"That's my good girl - keep going"
Laura's cheeks were turning a dark shade of red as she struggled to keep her
hands on the desk, her Mary Janes on the floor, and her ass right up there for
her deserved punishment.
"FOUR! Thank you Dr. Adams, I w-w-will do as I'm told from now on."
"Awwwww. Is the poor widdle baby crying?"
Humiliated by her tears and nakedness, Laura's strong will caved in. She
openly cried like a baby in front of the older woman.
" FIVE . . . thank you Dr. Adams, yes . . . I'm c-c-crying . . .
because IT HURTS!
"
"Keep those little girlie shoes of yours flat on the floor and that ass up
high, little Laurie!"
It went on and on, and Laura's ass now seemed to be on fire.
"Seventeeeeeennnnn! Please Dr. Adams I-I-I can't t-t- take it anymore . . . I'll
do anything . . . p-please just stop spanking me . . . " blubbered the girl
openly crying, who had long since given up on her proper position.
Dr. Adams was very upset, both with Laura and herself. Why, she had gotten so
aroused from spanking the spoiled slut's ass that she had let the little bitch
get all out of position. Even though the small blonde looked good enough to
eat, sprawled out on top of her desk crying like a child, it was no excuse for
her to get lax. The goal she was hoping to achieve was much larger than her
own arousal or the discomfort the little brat on her desk was undergoing.
'I've been waiting for this moment for nineteen years, I must keep control of
myself," thought the professor.
"Laura, Laura, Laura," Dr. Adams tsked, "I'm afraid those didn't count either.
If your mother had brought you up properly, instead of turning out a
weak-willed spoiled whiny brat, none of this would have had to happen."
"Rule number one is that you don't get out of your licks, ever; especially from
ME!"
We can maybe postpone them or maybe you can work them off, just maybe, but you
can never get out of them." The older woman addressed her remarks to her
student's now bright red ass, as she rubbed her own sweating hands over
Laura's burning ass flesh.
Laura didn't object. She would do anything to avoid that ruler, besides, the
soft cool hands actually felt nice on her aching ass. Laura regretted her
mother hadn't been stricter with her when she was growing up instead of
leaving her to learn about such things on her own.
"Come on girl, get up and clean up that mess you made on my desk, and be quick
about it," demanded a stern Dr. Adams, who stood over Laura, menacingly holding
her wicked ruler.
'Oh God!' Laura thought, as she looked down. She had covered the glass desktop
with a nasty smear of her sweat, tears, snot, and girlie cum. Laura frantically
looked around the room for napkins, tissues, or anything, but could find
nothing to mop up with. Reluctantly, she picked up her precious cashmere
sweater. As she ran it over her tear-stained face, she thought, 'Goodbye baby,
you were a beautiful sweater.'
Then she commenced using it to wipe her fluids off the glass desktop.
Dr Adams inspected as she worked and observed, "Very good Laura, at least you
are good at cleaning up. But it's getting late and I have another appointment,
so we need to finish up here."
Assume your drying position in the chair over there. You can remember that,
can't you?"
First, lay your nasty sweater on the chair seat. That will help keep your
odious juices off my nice clean chair, little girl. We'll come back to the
subject of your licks at a later time."
Laura placed her sweater on the chair and then sat on it. Then she spread her
legs over each arm rest facing her demanding, stern professor. She was still
totally embarrassed at showing her open sex to anyone, even another woman.
However, the downright fear of her harsh teacher and her ruler had the shy girl
displaying her body almost with enthusiasm.
"Let's see that nasty crack of yours today. Come on girl, spread those lips
for me!" the teacher said, as she watched the young girl reach down reluctantly
and spread her labia wide.
"Ugh! It's as sloppy as ever. Worse even. Why, your pussy is leaking like a
faucet. Ha Ha. I think I'll call you *Leaky Laurie*!" Dr Adams laughed, as
she scraped the flat top of her ruler between Laura's spread lips, causing the
young girl to gasp. Finally, she wiped the soaked ruler top on Laura's face.
"Well, let's try to dry your sloppy cunny before your condition gets worse,"
Dr. Adams said, as she turned her desk fan on high and pointed it directly down
at Laura's spread-open sex lips.
"You know, Laura, or should I say, *Leaky Laurie*, I think I've come up with an
idea about how to get at those nasty juices hiding inside your vagina. See?"
The doctor had opened her left top desk drawer, and pulled out a curious
plastic device, which she held under Laura's sniveling nose. "This thing is
called a breast pump, Laura. Women use this to pump milk out of their breasts
to feed to their babies.
"We're going to use it for a slightly different purpose. I've modified it a
little and we're going to use it to suck all that nasty girlie cum right out of
your vagina."
"So, it's actually a good thing you shaved your pubes. This way, without all
those pesky hairs in the way, we can really create a much better vacuum. Now
hold still while I . . ."
She had plugged the thing in and was now placing the modified cup over Laura's
gaping sex hole.
'Oh! Oh! Ooooo shit! OH! That feels good," thought Laura, as the pump started
to suck at her flowing pussy. It pulled the juices out of her and deposited
them into the small cup below. Then it paused . . . and sucked at her cunt
again.
"Oh!! damn! Oh damn!" Laura gasped. 'This thing is gonna make me cum.'
"Does that hurt, Laura?" asked the amused professor, as she observed her
creation's work on the little blonde's sex.
"Ahhhhh . . . No-no, it doesn't . . . Ohhh -- h-u-r- t," Laura purred from deep
within her chest, as she bucked her hips into the pump's cup.
Dr. Adams held the pump against Laura's bare, thrusting sex until it looked as
though the poor shaking girl was on the verge of an intense orgasm. Suddenly,
she pulled the device off at the last second.
Just as soon as Laura felt the warm delicious wave of pleasure began to
permeate her body, the sucking stopped. Her climax dissipated, fading back
from whence it had come. Laura's body sought her mechanical lover: her ass
rose off the seat and into the air searching, praying that the pump was there
just out of reach.
Laura opened her eyes and looked up at Dr. Adams who was ignoring her and
looking curiously at the secretions collected in the cup. "Please?" Laura
begged meekly, as she lowered her hands to her cunt.
Dr. Adams looked down at the frustrated girl, "Stop that this instant! This is
supposed to be for your medical condition, *not* your perverted pleasures!"
sneered the stern woman slapping Laura's questing hands away from her bare sex.
The older woman watched as Laura blushed and began to settle back down into the
chair. The young girl looked up at her with her hopeful, bright blue eyes as
she willed her body back into the required position. When Dr. Adams was
satisfied her student was going to behave, she again applied the pump to the
eager girl. She took the frustrated girl to the brink of climax, not two, but
three more times.
Each time the warm flush of arousal would spread down between the young girl's
immature breasts that rose and fell with her shallow gasps. She spread her
long lean legs and tried to still her body's reaction, as if the older woman
would reward her for her obedience.
However, as sexy as the young girl looked biting her lower lip and her face
scrunched up delightfully in pleasure lookedd, Dr. Adams once again withdrew
the pump, causing the young girl to moan in disappointment.
Laura reached to grab the pump, but then hesitated under the teacher's harsh
glare. Then she willed her hands back down and grabbed the back legs of her
chair, her knuckles turning white from the force. She looked up into her
teacher's condescending eyes, then glanced down, staring at her swollen pink
sex. "Please . . ." she whimpered.
"Please what, Laurie?" Dr. Adams asked, as she lifted Laura's chin up, so that
the young girl faced her.
'Please, don't make me say it. Don't make me expose my dirty thoughts and then
laugh at me,' Laura thought, trying to win a battle against her body, but
losing.
"Please, leave it on until I . . . cum."
"Laura, I know you can't help how you were brought up. I sympathize, I really
do, but do you think that it is fair for you to have an orgasm all by yourself?
What about me?" Dr. Adams explained to the frustrated girl as if it was the
most natural thing in the world. "Anyone but a spoiled, self-centered, little
brat would know that to get someone to do something nice for you, you have to
do something nice for them . . . *first*!"
"OH GOD PLEASE . . . I'll make you cum Dr. Adams . . . I swear I will!" cried
Laura, clutching the doctor's left arm, her wishful red face peering up beneath
her wet sweaty hair. She prayed the older woman would relieve the burning need
in her cunt.
"Well Laura, I am a proper woman and I have special needs. It's just that it
takes longer for me to get off than some slutty little brat like you.
"Do you think if I let you try, you could maybe . . . make me cum? If you could
do that, perhaps I could see my way to leave the pump on until you have the
best climax of your pathetic, self-centered, little life."
"Oh please, Dr. Adams, I know I can. I'll do a good job. I promise. Please?
"Please let me try . . . *PLEASE*!" Laura begged.
"Well, okay, I'll let you try," said a smiling Dr. Adams, as she picked up
Laura's clothes and the breast pump. She carefully placed them into her lower
left desk drawer, then reached up under her skirt and pulled off her lacy
black panties. She was going to put them in the drawer as well, but when she
saw the little blonde girl's eyes she decided to place them over the girl's
head. "Taste me," Dr. Adams said as she centered the wet crotch of her
panties over her face. Then, with her finger she pushed the silk fabric into
the lusting girl's sucking mouth, causing the young girl to moan.
"Laura, if someone comes by and hears you making grunting and moaning noises
while my door is locked, we could both get in a lot of trouble. So, while I go
and unlock my door, you hide underneath my desk."
'Wait, I'm not dressed!' Laura thought, but the older woman was already on her
way to the door. Laura flew out of the chair and then scooted under the desk,
just as Dr. Adams unlocked the door.
Dr. Adams walked back to her chair, looked down at the kneeling blonde and
smiled. She picked up Laura's cashmere sweater and spread it on the seat of
her chair. 'No sense in wetting my chair,' she thought, as she raised the back
of her dress and sat down on her bare ass. Then she removed her panties from
Laura's head. "Don't be selfish, you're about to get the real thing now," she
said. "See, now, I can put my legs over your shoulders like so," the teacher
said, placing her thighs over the blonde's shoulders and sliding forward,
filling the submissive girl's face completely, providing Laura total access to
her hairy wet cunt.
"Now, all I have to do, is lay my skirt on top of you, while you try to please
me, safe and sound from any prying eyes. That way if someone comes in, all
they will see is me, just sitting here grading papers all by myself."
Laura, was very embarrassed about being in an unlocked room, hidden naked under
a desk, pleasuring an older woman, but she was beyond caring about the risk at
this point. All of Laura's concentration was centered on her hot, wet,
frustrated sex.
As Laura began to service the older woman's pussy, Dr. Adams thought, 'Mmmmm.
I've always wondered how those male chauvinist pigs felt when they get some
bimbo secretary to get on their knees and give them a blow job.'
'Ahhh fuck! It is only right that a liberated woman such as myself, gets
to experience this pleasure. Oh yes, I've waited for this moment for nineteen
years and it was worth every minute of it!'
"Ahhh!" Dr. Adams cried; then she looked down and saw that her personal pussy
licker was masturbating her clit. "You selfish bitch, concentrate on the job at
hand!" The older woman grabbed Laura's hands, put them underneath her ass,
then sat on them.
Not being able to pleasure herself until the dominant older lady had been
satisfied, motivated Laura to work that much harder. She turned all her
attention to the older woman's pussy, working her tongue and lips with
enthusiasm as she tried to follow her professor's demanding orders.
"That's it. That's it girl!" Dr. Adams encouraged, "but, flutter your tongue
on my clit more. Now go way down and push it in my cunt."
"Oh! Harder you leaky bitch! Suck it now. No-no, that's getting repetitious,
front to back . . . *then* side to side."
The demanding woman continually corrected her subservient student and when
displeased, she would painfully twist the girl's ear or nipples.
To reward her licker, the older woman would massage the girl's small breasts or
run her nylon covered toes on Laura's denuded cunt. In just forty minutes,
Laura was licking pussy like she had done it all her life.
'OH GOD!' thought Laura, 'someone's at the door. She tried raised her head, but
banged it on the underside of the desktop. Dr. Adams slid her chair further
underneath the desk wedging the girl tightly underneath. Laura slid back as
far as she could, but it wasn't enough. Finally, she had to squat on the dirty
floor, legs held wide by her professor's slightly spread knees.
Now, she found her face pressed tightly between Dr. Adams's thick thighs, held
fast by the teacher's dress as it was pulled down over her naked body. She was
effectively immobilized and most disconcerting was the wheel of Dr. Adams's
chair was embedded neatly in Laura's pussy.
"Oh, it's you Susan. Come on in. Come in and have a seat. Now, what can I do
for you?" Dr. Adams said sweetly.
'Oh No! It's Susan Riggs. She's in the sorority I'm pledging.' Laura was
horrified. 'She can't find me like this! I'd just die.'
Laura wanted to panic, but all she could do was to stay perfectly motionless
staring at the wet matted hair and pink blossomed lips of her teacher's sex,
pressed against her cheeks and under her nose. She tried to raise her head off
the older woman's pussy, but when she did Laura felt her ear being twisted.
'OH GOD! NO! She can't possibly expect me to do this now!' Laura thought.
But, Dr. Adams was persistent and kept twisting the ear harder and harder.
Finally Laura quietly began to lick the parted lips in front of her face.
All the while, the older woman chatted with her future sorority sister as if
nothing was out of the ordinary. However, she slid her chair back and forth
slightly driving the chair wheel repeatedly into Laura's aroused cunt flesh.
'Damn! I wish that dumb spoiled slut would leave so that I can relieve my
frustrations. Hell, who am I kidding, I am the one on my knees servicing an
old woman; I'm the dumb spoiled slut," Laura thought, as she worked her tongue
over her teacher's crinkled sex bud. Laura concentrated on licking the older
woman's pussy without making any sound, while pushing her own cunt into the
chair wheel. She lost track of time and the conversation above her. She was
jerked back to reality when she felt the chair wheel rudely pulled away from
her sex, when Dr. Adams scooted her chair back. The older woman pulled her
dress up and spread her legs wide. She pulled Laura by her ears tightly into
her aroused sex.
"Okay she's gone now! Be quick now . . . finish me off my leaky slut!" Dr.
Adams demanded.
Laura applied every trick, she had learned in the previous hour. She worked her
aching tongue and sore lips over the older woman's large, crinkled, musky sex
with a vengeance.
"OH GOD! That's it, you little slut! Make momma cum . . . oh I'm gonna cum so
*hard* you lezzie bitch. Oh- oh-oh . . . I'm cummmmminnnnng . . . you're makin'
me cum little girl. Lick it all up . . . Don't you dare make a mess."
Part of Laura was horrified by her teacher's language. Especially, calling her
a lesbian and calling herself momma, but Laura also found the dirty talk
further inflamed her desires.
Her teacher pulled on Laura's ears, mashing the blonde's face into her sex,
then as she came she smothered the blonde in her juices. The young girl
hungrily drank it all down, then politely began licking and cleaning her
Professor's sex as she had been taught earlier, by Goddess Goth.
"Mmmmm . . . that's it. Clean momma off. Wash up my nasty juices with your cute
little girlie tongue, you spoiled little bitch. Oh yeah, work off your licks on
my pussy you small-titted slut. Ahhhh . . ." "Stay where you are Laura, while
I go and lock the door," Dr. Adams said, as she stood up on trembling legs and
locked the door.
"Okay, let's give you your just deserts, baby. Come on, get out from under that
desk and . . ." Dr. Adams was interrupted when, in attempting to get out from
under the desk, Laura accidentally stuck her head under her teacher's dress.
"My -- my -- my, you really love my pussy, don't you?"
Laura quickly pulled the skirt off her head, then stood up. She was humiliated
that she was naked and covered in the older woman's shiny juices, while the
teacher remained fully dressed.
Dr. Adams grabbed Laura by the arms and guided her body to the desk behind her.
"Okay, now I want you to lie down on your back, on top of my desk."
Dr. Adams moved to the back of the desk, and cradling Laura's head, gently
eased the girl down until her back was on the desk. "Spread those lean legs
for momma, I want your hairless sex facing my chair," Dr. Adams said. Laura
complied, exposing her red, swollen, open sex to her lecherous teacher's
scrutiny. Dr. Adams walked back and removed the breast pump from her drawer
and sat down between Laura's legs.
"Not good enough, get these legs up out of my way if you want your nasty cum,"
ordered Dr. Adams, as she pushed Laura's cute little Mary Jane shoes up,
forcing her knees onto her under-developed chest. Then, spreading her knees
wide, leaving Laura extremely exposed, Dr. Adams applied the modified pump
between the girl's red, swollen labia. "You'll have to help Laurie -- hold on
to your ankles so my little angel will be available to me," cooed the
professor. Dr. Adams applied the modified breast pump to Laura's swollen sex
and turned it all the way up.
When the machine pumped it made a *dzzzt* sound as the young girls pussy was
sucked outward into the vacuum and her sweet pussy juices collected in the
bottle.
"Does my little girl like having her pussy sucked?" Dr. Adams asked, even
though she already knew the answer by the young girl's symptoms.
"Oh yes, ma'am!"
"My nice little baby's cunt is filling the bottle with her nasty cum. What's
she going to do with it?" asked the older woman.
"I don't know," Laura said. "OH!" she then exclaimed as she realized what was
in the doctor's mind.
"Will my leaky lezzie girl drink up all her girlie cum?"
"Ugh - No p-p-please, don't make me ah-do that."
"I guess, I will just have to take the pump off," Dr. Adams threatened.
"Oh, no please don't ma'am, ! I'll d-d-rink it."
"Are you going to be mommy's little lezzie slut?"
"Uh-huh. I'm going to be your little . . ." Laura began tossing her head from
side to side, as she began to feel the hot waves of pleasure spread throughout
her sex.
"Ahhh . . . lezzie slut.
"I'll eat your p . . ."
"p-p-usssy underneath your desk
"Ahhh . . . I'll let you s-spank my . . .
"naughty ass"
"Oh Fuck! I'm cumming ma'am....oh...oh...oh.....I'm cummmmiiiiinnnng."
Laura spurted her fluids in the slurping machine as she hugged her knees
tightly to her chest.
When Dr. Adams removed the breast pump from Laura's red, swollen sex and took
off the bottle, it was half full of Laura's sexual secretions. She brought it
up to the blonde's gasping mouth as Laura grimaced and turned her head to the
side.
Laura, it seemed, was no longer interested in following through on the deal she
had committed to in her moment of passion.
"Drink it and be sure to get it all out sweetie, or we will have to go and
finish your spanking," lectured the older woman.
Having no choice, Laura opened her mouth and let the horrible woman pour the
contents of the bottle into her mouth. She swallowed it all while trying not to
gag.
When the bottle was empty, Dr. Adams made Laura lick the remainder of her
fluids from the walls of the container.
"Remember, good girls must always clean up their messes Laura.
"Well, I hope you learned some manners and respect today, young lady.
Hopefully, this has taught you the importance of following my orders. I'll see
you tomorrow, promptly.
"Have a good evening Leaky Laurie." Slowly, Laura put her skirt over her
aching body and having no other option, her very wet, musky, ruined sweater
went around her chest, clinging to her small tits. Finally, with her mind in a
daze, she left the room to go back to her dorm. It was as if her whole world
had been turned upside down. Why, in just two short days, the poor blonde had
gone from the uptight, snobbish, prick-teaser her mother had raised her to be,
to the biggest lesbian slut on the campus.
"I'll have to talk to Monique! She must step up my treatment . . . *she really
must*!" Laura thought, as she entered her dorm.
To be continued . . .
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