Amy and the Professor

Dr. Andrew T. Temple & Pooch-

Dr. Temple sat deep in his leather recliner. His right hand held a portfolio of the students scheduled for his upcoming Graduate Philosophy 522 class. His left hand held a tumbler of his favorite Single Malt Scotch. It promised to be a good night. One of his favorite activities lay before him; picking his semester prey from among the many young, bright and fuckable co-eds who had registered for his course.

Over his long and successful tenure at the University Dr. Temple had developed a refined pussy selection system. A far cry from his earlier years when he was content to seduce whatever bimbo presented herself to him most readily. Older now, he had learned to take his time, study the landscape and select the young morsel that most appealed to his taste. After all, his tastes had grown quite refined.

"So much pussy and so little time." He sighed and slowly stroked the head of the naked young woman who sat upright on the floor chained to his chair.

"Isn't that right Pooch?"

The woman enthusiastically nodded her head up and down. The bells on her titty clamps chimed with the bounce of her breasts. "Yes Master."

He looked down at her and realized he had been ignoring her all evening. "Good little Pooch, good girl." He unlocked her harness; "Go get your bone girl, go! "

Pooch sprinted across the floor on all fours, bounding up the stairs. There in her cage next to her master's bed was her 'bone', a 10" black rubber dildo. She was so excited that her master was going to play with her. She picked it up in her mouth and bolted down the stairs. "I have such a good master," she thought.

Dr. Temple took the bone out of her mouth. "Ready?"

Pooch lied on her back with her arms and feet pointing up to the ceiling. "Yes master, ready."

Temple tossed the 'bone' to Pooch; she slipped it into her already moist cunt in one swift movement and bucked her pelvis. Staring at the professor she recited her mantra over and over, "I'm a little fuck bitch Master please let me come. I'm a little fuck bitch Master please let me come." Her sincerity was genuine; it had been days since her master had allowed her to come.

If her pleading was considered sincere enough she would be allowed to suck her master off and then pump herself to orgasm.

Pooch was especially enthusiastic this evening, soon Dr.Temple stood and dropped his pants to display his excitement. The young girl beamed; scrambling to kneel before her masters cock.

"Suck time Pooch," Temple grabbed the back of her head and pulled her firmly into his crotch. Pooch sucked him like a machine and in no time he pulled himself away from her to shoot into her lovely face. She knelt before him cum dripping down her brow; trembling in anticipation of the next order.

"OK girl, go fuck yourself." Pooch was so happy. Her master was so kind. Almost flying across the room to her bone she got down on her hands and knees. In appreciation for her master's generosity she turned to let her ass face the professor. She knew how much he loved to watch her ass churn when she fucked herself.

The 'bone' was never more than a blur for the next twenty minutes. Pooch exhausted herself; crawled back to Temple and curled herself up at his feet. She heard the satisfying sounds of him chaining her to his chair and soon fell off to sleep.

Pooch had been asleep for hours and Temple was far past his third tumbler of Scotch when he opened Amy Jones' file. Her picture slipped out of the folder. He picked it up and was taken aback by the petite young lady's beauty.

"All right! Let it be her."

Rapidly flipping through her file he already imagined himself shooting gobs of his sperm into the lovely face in the photo.

"Ahhhhh, here it is, here it is 'Pre-law'." That was a good indicator.

"3.92 GPA." She was looking better and better.

Then the dealmaker popped out from the page at him. She had applied to Harvard Law!

"Beautiful….fucking beautiful." Talking to the picture now Dr. Temple asked the young lady. "Do you have any idea of what you will do when you realize that all that stands between you and Harvard Law School is my cock? I do." He cast a gentle glance down in Pooch's direction; sighed and fell off to sleep.

Amy Jones -

The thin mattress squeaked its complaint loudly each time Amy's flailing legs pumped her pussy up to meet her 'companion's ' thrusts. She had been bouncing on the bed for almost half an hour. The advantage of an 8" rubber 'companion' is that it's always available and it never gets tired.

"Come on baby…. ooooooo…fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She held a pillow over her face to help muffle her passionate outbursts.

"So good baby…sooo good, I'm coming…I'm coming, that's it that's it ahhhhhhhhhhh." Her frenzied movements calmed as her climax overtook her. Juices poured out of her pussy drenching the bed and her rubber friend. She expelled a deep breath and rolled over on her stomach. Satisfied.

"Whew! Good one lover." Indeed this was the only lover Amy had for longer than she cared to remember. Staying at the top of her class at this University and staying focused on admission to Harvard Law left zero time for the luxury of a boyfriend or any sexual relationship for that matter. Amy always believed that there were prices to be paid for what she wanted and that if she were willing to pay the price she would always get what she wanted. Heading out the door for her first class with Dr. Temple, Amy was unaware that her willingness to pay any price would soon be put to the test.

The Setup -

Dr. Temple looked out on a sea of indifferent faces. The boredom in his student's eyes was matched by the boredom in his voice at having to recite his introductory lecture to the 'brain dead'. As he droned on and on his eyes searched the lecture hall for his target.

"Ahhhhh, there you are my pet." Dr. Temple all but laughed out loud. In a class where half the students were asleep and the other half were playing computer games on their laptops, Amy sat up straight in her chair taking notes; a model student.

"This may be too easy." He thought.

At the conclusion of his lecture Dr. Temple announced that he was short one graduate assistant for the semester. Extra credit would be available for any student who would be willing to assist him with the course throughout the semester. Before he could step down from the lectern Amy was standing next to him peppering him with questions about how she might obtain 'extra' credit.

"Yep, too easy." The Dr. mused.

The Price -

For more than three months Amy had been the perfect student and the best assistant the professor ever had. Her grades led the class and with the 'extra' credit all but secured she could already picture herself in Harvard crimson robes.

The semester was finally winding down and Dr. Temple could not be more pleased. As always the most difficult part of his entrapment ritual had been the waiting. He had to give the appearance of a gentleman professor, maintaining a cordial but detached relationship with his prey. All the while fighting his urges to tie his little 'Amy honey pot' to a doorknob and fuck her brains out.

Dr. Temple sat at one end of a huge oak table he used for a desk and Amy, scratching away at her notebook sat far down at the other end. She was helping him grade papers long into the evening. He had just finished grading a paper when it occurred to him that the time was right to bring Amy into his world. With the course grade she was rightfully expecting from him and the balance of her classes, she was a slam-dunk for the Ivy League. However; if he gave her less than an 'A' Grade and less than an outstanding recommendation she might not squeak in. He counted on her not being willing to take that chance. This is why he preferred pre-law students. He always bet on their willingness to sell their souls for what they wanted. Few disappointed him.

"Amy?" Dr. Temple whispered across the long table.

The young lady looked up from her concentration, "Yes, Dr. Temple?"

"I'd like to talk to you a bit about your future, no, I mean your future with me." The professor parted his lips in a sinister smile Amy had never seen before; it made her feel a bit uneasy.

"You're a bright girl so I will not insult you by drawing this out; I have an offer for you. Interested?"

"Ummm maybe." her brow ruffled in confusion.

"As you know I can be your ticket to Harvard Law. With a swipe of my pen you are in or… if I choose; you may not be in. Now as cold as this may sound, I want you to get what you want. But, before I give you what you want…I want you to give me what I want." Dr. Temple paused to let his words soak in. He saw the signs in her face that confirmed she recognized the dilemma he just placed before her.

"What do you … want?" she asked?

"She's done." thought the Dr. "It's all a matter of logistics now." He could hardly contain his excitement.

"Amy, I don't insult me. I think you know what I want."

"Put these on!" Temple threw her the paper bag he had been carrying for days in his briefcase. "This is your introduction to becoming my fuck-toy."

Amy's reaction was one of total shock. She caught the package in a reflex but she could not believe what she was hearing. Her jaw dropped, she stood and walked towards the door.

"Uh, Uh, Amy… stop and think." Dr. Temple's voice was frighteningly serene. "Ask yourself if you really want to go to Harvard Law School. It's that fucking simple." Then he shouted at the confused girl, "What's your answer?"

Amy stopped in her tracks and turned to face Dr. Tempest. She knew she would do anything to go to Boston and she knew Dr. Tempest had played her like a violin. Trying to limit eye contact with her tormentor the beleaguered girl asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The Dr. laughed, "Just everything I tell you to that's all." Leaning forward on the desk he barked. "The first thing you do is open that fucking bag and get dressed for me."

Amy looked into the bag and shuddered. There wasn't much inside. With Temple barking at her all along the way she managed to get undressed and put on the peek-a-boo black bra and panties.

"You look pretty sluttish there Harvard, do you feel sluttish?" Temple stared her down. He always started his girls off with humiliation exercises. He was convinced that pain was the best teacher but he got the most fun out of humiliation.

Temple walked towards the frightened girl. "Turn around, and show me that ass of yours."

When she did the professor grasped her by her wrists and snapped on a pair of heavy metal handcuffs. Amy immediately pulled at them and started to panic. A stream of obscenities poured out of her that grew louder and louder until Temple unceremoniously fastened a ball gag in her mouth.

"Try not to get too worked up, just breathe calmly through your nose." Amy seemed to understand his instructions; even though her eyes were in panic mode she began to breathe in a regular rhythm. Still the feisty girl wrestled with her restraints. Dr. Temple had to slap the girl several times before she calmed down.

"Harvard, I own you now, I'm not interested in hurting you but I will if I have to. All you have to do is what I tell you to do and your life will be a lot easier." To emphasize his point he walked across the room and came back with a leather-riding crop.

"Some day we may get to play with this outside together when you run around my track for me, but for now…" Temple laid a vicious stroke high on the girl's thighs. The sounds of her muffled shriek was a high point for the Dr. "…for now Harvard it's an instrument of instruction, do as I say and I will not need it; fight me and you'll sleep with a black and blue ass tonight."

Temple placed his nose close to Amy's, "So tell me, are you going to be a bad girl" he raised the crop over his head.

Amy rapidly shook her head back and forth; a muffled "Nooooooo" came from behind her ball gag.

The professor was relishing the sheer intensity of the experience Amy was going through. She had always been treated with great respect. Now she was being treated like an object.

Worse, the controlling bitch couldn't do anything about it. When he was through with her she would be a compliant little fuck puppy just like his precious Pooch.

"Good girl, let's try a few easy exercises and then call it a night." Temple put the crop on his desk. He then unshackled her but left in the ball gag.

"You're going to put on a show for me Amy. Your first of many to come. Get on your hands and knees and crawl under the desk." Dr. Temple meanwhile took advantage of the opportunity to slide his pants and underwear down around his ankles.

"Now turn around and back up so just your lovely ass sticks out from under the desk." This wasn't the first co-ed to assume this position for him but her ass was definitely one of the most impressive. "I made an excellent choice with her." He told himself.

"Now reach back and spread those ass cheeks my little slut." Amy reached back, spread her cheeks and was thankful she was under the table. She knew she was blushing and was glad the professor couldn't see the shame in her face. "Wider!!!" Temple barked at her. The frightened girl pulled at her haunches until her asshole and pussy ached from the stress.

"Please wriggle your ass back and forth for me Amy." Amy dutifully shook her ass a bit, then SMACK!! Out of nowhere a searing pain shot through the girl. Temple had laid down another harsh stoke with his crop. "Faster Amy. Much much faster."

Amy wiggled her ass more quickly than she ever had before. Temple licked two digits of his right hand; kneeling behind the bouncing booty in front of him he slipped a finger up Amy's ass and one in her honey pot. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh" the muffled words were impossible to understand. But then again Temple didn't care. He just mechanically went about frigging the girl with a passion. Between her frightened wiggles and his demented fingering, Amy's body began to submit to the undeniable pleasure coursing through her hindquarters. Temple's fingers grew wet and sticky.

Just as Amy resolved to let herself go and take whatever sexual pleasure she could obtain from this experience; the Dr. abruptly withdrew his fingers from her gapping holes.

Her ass continued to rotate and she was shocked at herself when she realized how dearly she missed the fullness of those fingers in her holes.

Temple grabbed Amy by her thighs and pulled her out from under the desk. He flipped her on her back removed her gag and presented his hardened cock to her. "Suck it," the girl was trembling at this point but she slowly moved towards the cock and opened her mouth to engulf it. Dr. Temple felt her warm breathe over his dick and couldn't contain his civility any longer. Reaching down he grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed himself into her all the way to the root of his cock. As she gagged he rotated his pelvis round and round enjoying the sensation of her throat spasms. When he released her she gasped desperately for air but had little time to recover before he shoved himself into her once again. This time he bobbed her head her up and down for what seemed like an interminable amount of time before letting the saliva drenched girl up for air.

Her hair was wrapped tightly around Andrews's hand. He dragged her about like it was her handle. Plopping back into his seat he lifted Amy up into his lap making her squat like a baseball catcher. Ready to burst he rubbed the head of his dick up and down Amy's slit. She wiggled as his actions started to have their effect.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love it." Andrew increased the speed of his strokes. Amy reacted by thrusting herself forward trying to suck his dick into her pussy.

"Now!!" "Look me in the eyes and tell me you love it." Andrew still held her by her hair. He shook her head violently now….'Tell me cunt!!"

Amy's tear soaked face peered into the sadistic man's eyes. She said, "I love it."

Andrew slapped her ass soundly making her jump.

"Say it again and make me believe it." Again he shook her head like a rag doll.

"Please, I love it Please I love it I love it." Scared now Amy would do or say anything. She also grew aware that she was getting very hot. She did begin to love it…more and more. She could feel herself submitting to his will. There was no denying a part of her was happy to surrender to this humiliation. In a minute she might do anything for him. For now, merely saying she loved it was not much of a lie.

"Grab my cock and guide it into your cunny." Andrew held her face inches from his. She couldn't look down; her hands searched until they found his cock.

"God, it keeps getting bigger and bigger." She thought. As ordered she placed its head at the mouth of her slit, and raised her haunches to guide it in. At that moment Andrew took over. He let go of her hair grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed her into his lap.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Amy let out a deep gasp. Her bottom churned like a blender. She couldn't remember the last time she had time for her rubber cock. This was something of a blessing.

"Do you love it my little slut?" Dr. Temple grabbed her bouncing breasts raising and lowering them with the rhythm of Amy's bounces.

"Yes, fuck me, please fuck me." Amy was soon reduced to a mass of pleasure seeking, bouncing flesh.

For more than two hours Amy was hard fucked, spanked, and humiliated until her head was spinning with lust and she had become what the Dr. referred to as 'dick drunk'. She was lost to him. He had taken her places she didn't know existed and now she feared for her future. She had liked it. There was no denying this. She liked it very much.

Fully spent the Dr. walked over to his huddled prey, attached a 'training' collar and secured her to his desk.

"I'll be back in the morning; we can discuss your future after you have had a chance to clear your mind." He calmly walked out of his office and locked it.

A Toy for Pooch -

Pooch was so happy to hear her master pulling up into the driveway. She ran to the door on all fours and sliding uncontrollably slammed into the glass panel.

"I'm happy to see you too Pooch." Temple laughed and rubbed her head vigorously.

"I think I have a surprise for you."

Pooch began to run around in circles "What master what?"

"I think I have a new playmate for you to break in." he whispered.

Pooch jumped up onto her master and grasped him like a crab squeezing him until his breath was constricted. "Ohhh thank you thank you." She showered him with kisses.

It had been almost a year since Temple had brought home a plaything for Pooch, her mind drifted back and she wondered where she left her strap-on.

"One more thing Pooch," the Dr. added, "She's applied to Harvard Law."

This was too good Pooch thought; as a Yale graduate she loved few things more than doing the doggy style to a Harvard preppy.

She hopped down and scurried up the stairs thinking, "Where the fuck did I leave that that strap-on?"

Amy and the Professor 2

Home Life:

Temple leaned back into his leather recliner at the end of a long day. His cock was already swelling in anticipation of the evening's performance. His pets would do anything to make him happy; and they were very good at making him happy.

Amy suddenly appeared standing in the doorway at the far side of the room. She melted down to all fours and began a slow crawl towards her master's chair. Each of her hands gripped the pile of the carpet firmly for balance as she swayed her naked rear widely back and forth. Her beautiful dark eyes were locked on her Master. She glanced at his crotch pleased to see that she had already raised his interest. Midway across the room she stopped to spin around and crawl backwards towards her master. She knew Dr. Temple favored her ass above all her other attributes. She gave her ass cheeks a gentle jiggle at the top of each sway. ‘Very nice', thought the Professor.

Just before her ass collided with his knees she stopped; put her forehead on the floor, reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks and implored, “Please master, fuck me tonight, Amy has been such a good girl and she needs her masters cock so bad.” Her hind quarters rotated in great circles. Dr. Temple quietly drew in a long breath and removed his trousers. That's when Pooch appeared in the doorway.

Pooch was the more imaginative of his two pets, and by far, the more dangerous. Amy was still learning about her darker nature; Pooch was totally ruled by hers. The naked woman standing in the doorway didn't need clothes to personify decadence; her face said it all.

“Wait master; Let me make her beg you properly for it; she's not working nearly hard enough. You know I can make the cunt crazy for you.” Pooch moved swiftly across the room, flipped Amy on her back spread her legs and began running fur mitts gently up and down the insides of the surprised girl's thighs. Amy had no fight in her. Pooch could make her cum at the drop of a hat; and her body was already reacting to the teasing.

Within minutes Amy's legs were flailing about while she arched her back to meet Pooch's strokes. Pooch was concentrating on Amy's hairless pussy now and the sensation of the fur running up and down her slit was making her dizzy with lust. Pooch suddenly whirled about, squatting over Amy and presented her pussy doggy fashion to Dr. Temple.

She started a low growl . “Grrrrrr, grrrrrrr, grrrrrr” Arf! Arf . Just as Amy opened her eyes and looked up, Pooch pushed her head into Amy's pussy. Amy's legs shot straight up and she screamed “AaaaaaaHHHHHHHH GOD!!! FUCK YES FUCK YES!!!” Her pelvis slammed down on the rug then up grinding into Pooch's face then down again and up again over and over. All the while sounds of Pooch's muffled canine bark came out of Amy's soaking hole.

Andrew fell to his knees and shoved himself fully into Pooches pussy. Her muffled growls intensified into Amy's box. Leaning forward Andrew grabbed Pooches breasts and shook them furiously. With her titty clamp bells she jingled like a doorbell. “I'm going to fuck your ass next pooch…you want it in the ass girl”

Pooch was beside herself with happiness. She raised her head up for a moment to release an ungodly howl then fell right back into Amy's snatch. Amy mind was hardly in the room anymore. Pooch's tongue was driving her insane. After all it was Pooch who trained her over the past months…Pooch knew every sensitive spot on her body; and she had learned to play Amy like an instrument.

Meanwhile Andrew pulled out of Pooch's pussy and poured oil liberally all over her back. He rubbed it into her ass crack with a rapid twisting of his hand. Two fingers found her asshole and he slipped them in much to Pooch's delight. She was vibrating and clenching Amy's thighs for support. Dr. Temple furiously frigged her ass with the fingers of one hand and rubbed the oil up and down her back with the other.

Soon he positioned his cock head at the opening of Pooch's ass.

“Go ahead …make her beg for it Pooch!!!” Then he plowed himself into her ass.

Pooch screamed at Amy…”You heard him bitch….beg for it” Amy let loose a torrent of pleading profanities. “Yes fuck me, please make me cum like a little slut…fuck me soooo good Pooch pleeeeaaase!!!”

Pooch ran her tongue up and down from Amy's clit to her asshole and back, pausing every once in a while to shove he tongue deep into her swollen slit, growl and shake her head furiously back and forth. Amy was gurgling in delirium and lost count of how many times she came.

Now Andrew had to come. He pulled out of Pooch's ass pushed her aside and straddled Amy's head between his knees. “Suck it out Amy, suck it out” Amy couldn't help but smile at her small victory over Pooch. She raised her head to suck the Professor fully into her mouth and moaned with increasing intensity to stimulate his member. It would not take long. Mischievously, Pooch shoved a finger up Temple 's ass and began to message his prostate. That pushed him over the top. Amy was rewarded with gobs of sperm shot out in several wrenching spasms. “UUUUhhhhhhhhhhh Swallow it Amy, swallow it Amy!!!” After Amy sucked out every last drop of his semen Temple turned towards Pooch and gave her a gentle kiss.

Lying in a heap of limbs on the floor, no-one moved or spoke for minutes, the only noise, was the sound of their breathing. After a time the professor called out, “food”, the two young women jumped up and ran towards the kitchen. Soon he heard the rattling of pots and pans, “I am just too fuckin' lucky to live.” He thought.

The Party:

Faculty parties were to be avoided whenever possible. No good ever comes of a faculty party. Dr Temple pretty much stopped attending them as soon as he got tenure and that was more than 10 years ago. Still, when the Department Chair, Dr. Pitt, strongly recommended attendance; it was always politically wise to at least make an appearance.

Two surprises waited for Temple that night at the party. The first was to find that Dr. Pitt had stocked the bar with a decent Single Malt Scotch and the second was meeting Dr. Pitt's new wife.

Standing in front of him; she flashed a dazzling smile at Temple and shook his hand. He felt her slip a small piece of paper into the palm of his hand.

“Hello, Dr. Temple I've waited so long to meet you, Charles has told me much about you…all good things.” She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and chuckled. It was some time ago but; they had met before, in fact they knew each other very very well.

“She's right Andrew … only good things… only good things.” Charles pulled his tall beautiful wife closer to his side. “We've got to mingle; but we look forward to chatting with you later.” Charles and Angela spun around and walked off. Angela looked back over her shoulder just long enough to catch Temple 's eye and run her tongue slowly around her full lips.

Temple stood watching her extraordinary ass sway back and forth under her silk dress as she walked off with Charles. She knew he was watching her and he knew she knew he was watching. “I think my life has just become more complicated”, he whispered under his breath. Slowly he looked down into his cupped hand at the crumpled slip of paper Angela had managed to pass to him. It read, “Any room in the kennel for an old pure breed master?”

Driving home the professor's mind raced wildly with possibilities… Amy was off to school in Boston in a few weeks. She would only be back for Holidays and school breaks. Pooch would need a new playmate before long. She required too much of his attention when she didn't have sub to toy with. Still, the idea of keeping the Dean's wife as a fuck slut seemed too risky even for him. His mind drifted off trying to determine how to integrate Angela into his lifestyle. She would no doubt be worth (he knew she would be worth it) but he just couldn't seem to come up with an arrangement that would fit.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that his mind presented him with a solution. He shot up in bed and called out, “Roger, of course, Roger!!”

“Master?” Pooch called from her crate at the foot of the bed.

“It's nothing Pooch; back to bed.” Temple rolled over and soon managed to fall off to sleep.

The Toad:

Angela could not wait for the party to end. “Leave the cleanup for the Caterer” she instructed Charles.

“Let's get upstairs…now!” Angela grabbed Charles by his arm and practically lifted him up the stairs and down the hall towards their bedroom. All night long her mind had played back tapes of her old sessions with Temple . She was now hornier than she had been in weeks.

No sooner had the door closed behind them than Charles; reading her mood accurately, fell to his knees, clasped his hands behind his back and stared down at the floor.

“I need a lot of work tonight my little toad. Better loosen up your tongue or your ass cheeks will be one big blister before I'm through with you.” Angela tore at her clothes and presented herself in heels and stockings inches away from her nervous spouse.

“I'm going to grab the back of your head toad…what are you going to do?” Angela towered over Charles.

“I'm going to eat your pussy Mistress.” The Toad's eyes stayed fixed on the floor.

Angela delivered a vicious blow to the side of her victim's head. “Try again idiot.”

Charles struggled to keep his balance but cried out “I'm going to eat your pussy so good you'll cum all over my face mistress…I'll make you cum so good you'll squirt all over me.”

Angela snickered; grasped Charles by his hair and literally thrust his head into her snatch. Bending at the knees she pulled him deep into her crotch and rotated his head like it wasn't attached to his body. For all intents and purposes he was just an animated dildo; but he knew better than to be passive. Charles' tongue was a whirlwind of activity. He didn't know much about muff diving when he met Angela but within a few weeks of their marriage Angela had turned him into a world class pussy licker. His tongue had grown so proficient that she had taken to calling him ‘Toad'.

From time to time Angela would pull his head out to let him gasp for air and encourage him to work harder. “You'll have to do better than that or I'll suffocate your worthless ass with my pussy…understand?”

Charles didn't have time to respond before his reply was buried in her cunt lips. “Ummmphhh Yes…mmmmphhh…. Mistress.”

Within minutes Angela's head was cocked back and she stared straight up at the ceiling. Gurgling sounds came out of her throat. Rotating her pelvis faster and faster just short of losing her balance she felt the waves building… her cunt tickled in anticipation of the coming deluge. Just as she lost control her mind flashed back to an old image of Dr. Temple…fucking her doggy style and making her howl and bark like a bitch in heat while her roommate stared in her face and urged her on to her first ‘squirting' orgasm. The imagery took her over. Her knees collapsed, she fell forward onto her husband, jerking and twitching as her pussy spewed streams of cunt juice all over his face and onto the rug. “ Lick it toad…lap it up … suck up my juices ….Ahhhhhhhhhh…….”

Charles, on his back now pulled up his head, pushed it into her bush and licked and lapped and swallowed like a man who knew the consequences of not making his mistress happy. When the spasms finally stopped; Angela rolled over onto all fours into a doggy position. This was a position she had not taken in years. She cocked her head back and released a throaty howl. Charles stared in surprise. He thought he had seen all of his wife's idiosyncrasies…it occurred to him now that perhaps he had much more to learn about her. It occurred to Angela that it had been too long since she was doggy fucked by a good strong Dominant.

Roger:

Roger and Andrew went back; way back to being roommates at Columbia College in NY. Andrew attended on a partial academic scholarship and Roger was there on a partial affirmative action scholarship. Early in their relationship Andrew made the mistake of assuming Roger was a “disadvantaged” Afro-America. Roger soon disabused Andrew of any notion that he was disadvantaged. True enough, Roger did not have the grades to get into Columbia without special consideration but once he got in he took off like a rocket. Andrew watched in amazement as Roger proceeded to plant himself at the top of the Dean's list and stay there until he graduated with high honors. The real accomplishment was that he managed to do it while he holding a triple major. Physics, Computer Science, and Pussy.

Over the years they developed a deep friendship based on just a few common interests. They were both academic demons…competing with each other and everyone else all the time. The were both pretty much universally shunned by most of their classmates. Roger did not hang out with the other black students and Andrew did not hang out with the other white students. They just hung out with each other…for four years. And finally there was their mutual total commitment to ‘non-traditional' sex.

Their dorm room was a three ring circus of coed's. Neither Andrew nor Roger could believe their success with women. They didn't seem to have to work at it. They assumed that word simply ‘got out'. Roger was just plain gorgeous…tall coffee colored…athletic and he talked a great line of bullshit. Andrew was blessed with what is often called ‘Command Presence” women just took orders from him because his bearing simply made them believe they should. It was a gift that honed to great expertise over the following years. For four years they were like foxes in a hen-house. It was a wonder that either of them managed to graduate. But they did, at the top of their class and they also managed to keep in touch long after their dorm days.

Roger was ecstatic to finally get a phone call from his old friend. But he felt obligated to give Temple a well deserved ration of shit. “I should be really pissed at you. I called you when I moved into town over two months ago and this is the first chance you've had to give me a call back? If I had a friend named Andrew Temple; and I'm not sure I do anymore, I think he would have called me back sooner…what do you think?

“Alright, alright my bad…OK…OK I should have called much earlier and I apologize. I was an asshole. Forgiven?” Andrew's guilt was not false. He really intended to contact Roger weeks ago; but he was bad at that kind of thing and Roger knew it.

Roger let the line go silent for a few thoughtful moments before replying, “You're forgiven asshole. When do you want to get together, I have big news…big news. I can't wait to tell you.”

That's all it took. In two days they were having drinks after dinner in the bar at Rogers 's new house and carrying on like they were still roommates. Andrew could not be happier with the big news of his friend's success. It seems he was one of the smart computer people who made a fortune in the dot com boom. He was also one of the few really smart computer people who got out of the dot coms with his money before they imploded. Now, as he put it he was “a man of leisure, looking for… amusement.” Temple knew that for Roger ‘amusement' was code for ‘pussy'.

“So Roger, are you getting enough amusement?” Andrew looked at his buddy through a huge Brandy snifter.

“Never!” Roger burst out laughing….”You know me…never”.

“Well I may have something of interest for you…”

“Wait a moment Temple …I think you need to know, my tastes have grown pretty eclectic since our college days. I haven't had anything near vanilla sex in decades, so don't even think about hooking me up with one of your hottie academics.”

Andrew put down his glass….”Whoaaa, I knew it…you pervert…you've succumbed completely to the dark side haven't you!”

Roger fired back. “O yeah, and you, you're normal right? I remember seeing you untie more than one shell shocked little blonde from your bed at Columbia and watch them run out of the room screaming.”

Andrew decided to bring his friend fully up to speed. Over several more Brandy snifters he told Roger how his fascination with BDSM has grown to be his major preoccupation over the years. Roger particularly liked Andrews's co-ed enlistment process.

“So that's why you decided to teach…you followed your cock!” Roger shook his head back and forth disapprovingly. “You were too bright to stay in Academia.”

“…and you…Mr. interracial fuck fest…what besides shaved white pussy occupies your intellectual life?”

“Whoaaaa low blow my friend… but first off…don't knock the interracial buzz until you've had some stuck up racist white bitch clamp her legs around your waist screaming “fuck me nigger fuck me nigger”….whew!!! Heady Freudian stuff there bubba!” Roger closed his eyes to lose himself in a memory.

“Roger…Roger…discipline motherfucker…we're talking about what you are up to these days.”

Temple brought Roger's Brandy saturated brain back into the room.

Roger reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed “Perhaps I should show you.” He stood slowly and said “Follow me…bring you drink.”

The house was surprisingly large. Dark wood paneling, oriental rugs, artifacts from Rogers's years of travel overseas crowded the rooms so much they seemed deceptively small. But after an endless maze they arrived at the dimly lit ‘library', Andrew was ready to sit and down another drink.

Roger fell into a well worn lazy boy, pointed at Andrew's drink and asked, “Need to freshen that up?”

“Yeah but I'm going to need a map if I have to go back to the bar.” Alex planted himself on a couch across from Roger.

Roger laughed. “You won't need a map.” He leaned forward to shake a small bell on the coffee table.

“A butler, Roger? Have you morphed into a bourgeois negr…” Temple 's words caught in his throat.

Roger relished the shock evident in his friend's face.

Two statuesque women had suddenly appeared in the room. Each stood at least six feet tall. Both wore black Victorian girdles that cinched their waists to impossibly small sizes while pushing up their generous breasts to perfection. Their nipples were swollen and stuck out like thumbs. Silver chains looped from titty rings to nose rings. Matching silver page boy wigs, tattoos, and net stockings clinging to each long leg completed the picture. These women were clearly hard core long term sex pets.

“You can close your mouth now Alex.” Roger held back a heavy chuckle. “Samantha, please refresh Dr. Temples drink.”

One of the women turned and quickly left the room. Temple followed her wonderfully round and naked ass as it disappeared down the corridor.

“Tabitha, my friend is a bit tense…would you please show him how we welcome new guests.”

The other ‘statute' turned towards Alex and approached him slowly; like a predator. Her shaved pussy revealed two clit rings; they glistened in the dim light. Staring down at the professor in his chair, she slowly pulled off her wig and tossed it to the floor. Her shaved head stunned Alex, but only for a moment; in a few seconds he could see that hair would actually detract from her beauty.

Tabitha fell to her knees; still staring at Alex. She placed a finger in her mouth and sucked on it with loud slurping sounds…then she slid it into herself emitting a long low moan.

“Would you like to fuck me sir?” Tabitha's whole body began to rotate around her finger. It was an amazingly erotic movement. “I am a wonderful fuck sir.”

“Do you like this slut sir?” Alex watched breathless as the woman increased her speed to churn herself into an orgasm. It appeared it would not take her long. “Look at how much I love to fuck sir”

“I'll squirt for you sir”? Tabitha's controlled monotone amid the now chaotic movements of her body added to the erotic intensity. “I'd love to squirt on your cock sir.”

“I'm going to come sir…I'm going to come good for you…I'm AAHHHHHAHHHHHHHH”

The sudden throaty scream took Alex completely by surprise.

Tabitha suddenly fell over on her side frigging herself like a woman possessed. Her body coiled and recoiled itself into a fetal position too many times to count. A torrent of pussy juice confirmed her orgasm as she clutched herself to stop the jerking spasms that were racking her frame.

Moments later while Tabitha lay before Temple catching her breath, Samantha appeared and poured more Brandy into his empty snifter.

Alex looked across the room at Roger…his head spinning with possibilities. All he could say was

“Damn Roger, DAMN!!!”

“I have six of them.” Roger grinned. “You wouldn't believe the fucking gyno bills.”