Please enjoy this smutty story about a school built just for sex - a fantasy of mine. All characters are my creations so not fanfiction but hey, hope you like it anyways.
"Alright everyone! Attention!" talk started to die down "Ok, ladies, you know what to do. Boys, stop gawking at them, there is plenty of time for that later," the professor said as he walked in and put his briefcase on the podium. There was rustling as the girls did as he asked. The professor looked up from positioning his book to remind them, "knees on the outside of the pegs, ladies… nice and wide. There you go. Ahem… Alice…" he said in warning. She hesitated and then did as he asked. But covered herself with the end of her skirt. The professor sighed. "Alright girls, I want 8 today. You have what you need in the cubby next to you. Boys, pay attention. I will be right back. Alice come here please." The professor pulled his glasses down to watch her saunter down to the front of the class where he held the door of his office open. "8," he reminded the class. He was suddenly distracted by movement from the side of the room "Ah ah ah," he chided one of the boys standing along the far wall, "if you cum early, you and your partner stay after class." The boy removed his hands from his pants and turned his attention back to the classroom of spread-eagle women pleasuring themselves.
The professor shut the door to his office (sound proof for a reason) and turned back to the student. She fidgeted and tried to forget she had left her underwear next to her desk. The professor's eyes dropped down to her hands as she nervously twirled her fingers and he paused for a second, considering something. He suddenly turned around and opened the door to reveal boys staring intently at the girls, pussies on display for them in special-made thigh-spreading chairs, cumming over and over. "As soon as the women reach 8 orgasms, get in there. I want 3 different partners for each of you before the end of the class period. You have an hour and a half - missionary, doggy style and standing but you don't have to do it in that order. Make sure they reach 8 orgasms. No faking," the professor announced to the boys. This time they nodded in his general direction, eyes locked on their prizes. The professor looked back at the class, "very good, Alicia." He told the girl who had cranked the spreader to its max and was trying her best to stretch herself out before the first partner. Poor tiny girl. Her little pussy must hurt after this class.
The professor shut the door again but this time he locked it. The girl tottered on her feet nervously, the space between her legs starting to feel extremely exposed. He gave her another once-over and started to take off his jacket. "Alice, I know you have been faking in my class again-" the girl started to say something but he cut her off, "no no no, I know you are, it's my job to recognize when a woman is actually cumming." He paused, looking at her. "Strip down, sweetie, you of all people know the punishment for faking." Tears swam in the girls brown eyes as he poured a glass of whiskey and began rolling up his sleeves. "No… please?" She pleaded, faintly. He came close to her and gently cupped her face with his hand, "take your clothes off, baby girl." She held his gaze as tears slid down her face. But she did as he asked. Once she was finished, he walked over to her and raised one hand up and in between her legs finding her wet, "see? You love this, why do you fake so often?" He studied her face and his eyes lit up as he realized, "you like being punished like this, don't you?" She looked away another tear rolling down her cheek, knowing he was right. She didn't mean to fake her orgasms at the beginning of class, it's just ever since she was punished by him the first time, she'd been unable to make herself cum. She hated herself for loving this. Her head dropped, her gaze falling to his nice black shoes.
The professor studied her for a second. "Fine," he said, "take a seat, baby girl." Her eyes widened in surprised and she looked over to the device he referred to then back to him, her eyes reading 'really?' He nodded, almost gravely. She took a deep breath and got into it. It was basically a sex swing but state of the art, sturdy. To keep girls in place. She left her legs out, keeping them together. The professor was facing away from the swing standing in front of a table. When he turned around, the fingers on his right hand glistened from the lube he was preparing to lather on her. He saw her legs dangling off the swing, together, and frowned. "Now why is it that I always have to spread your legs for you?" He raised his eyebrows, "do you like that too, baby girl?" He grabbed her right leg with the un-lubed hand and lifted her open to him. The glistening fingers on his right hand went up in between her spread legs as he readied her for her punishment. He paused and she jumped as he suddenly lifted her leg higher and readied her tight asshole too. He then rested her right foot on the peg and tied her knee in place. He did the same with her left leg and moved up to her arms, pinning them above her head and tying them into place as well. Once she was completely secured, he stood back to admire his work, and after a moment of thought, pulled a chord to force her legs open wider for him. He smiled at her soft gasp as he grabbed the small butt plug from the table. "But- but we haven't gotten to that in class yet… " the girl tried to say. "Shhhhh shhh sh, be still and try to relax," he whispered as he positioned the plug at her tight hole and began pushing. "Oh my god…" the girl said in a slight sob, the professor put a hand over her mouth to cut her off. "It's almost in, baby girl, hang in there." He pushed harder and the plug went all the way in making the girl jump and gasp. "Good girl," he whispered in her ear. Then he reached over and grabbed something off the table next to him and wrapped it around the girl's face. The blindfold plunged everything into darkness and the girl squirmed in her restraints. "This will make things easier for you I think," he said and two fingers entered her in an instant. She jumped and shrieked. The hand came back down on her mouth, silencing her. "Shhh shhh sh, sweetie. I'm just making some room in there for me… that's good," his fingers left and something big was positioned at the entrance of her. She braced for what she assumed would be a massive shove. The professor leaned down and whispered in her ear, "relax for me, baby." She tried her best but as he started pushing it inside of her, she started to struggle. The professor just leaned more into her mouth and pushed the dildo father inside. Tears began to roll down the student's face as it reached the end of her and kept going. Finally, she felt the end of the dildo on her clit. The professor gasped quietly as if surprised the thing fit. "Good girl," the professor said against her face, "fits perfectly, keep it in there - you are doing 8 just like everyone else." And then a vibrator, turned up to its highest setting came down on her clit. She screamed and squirmed under the onslaught but the professor only clapped a hand on her mouth and pushed down harder. She came with such force, the chains holding her into the ceiling rattled.
"Dear God, that never gets old," she thought she heard the professor mutter to himself. He pulled the vibrator off her clit but started pulling and pushing the olympic size dildo in and out of her tight throbbing pussy. The pushing and pulling threw her over the edge again and the ropes holding her legs open to the professor dug into her skin as she tried to close her legs against the orgasm. To no avail. A hand shot out and grabbed her knee shoving it open again. "No no-whoa!" the professor started to say and then gasped as he struggled to keep the dildo inside of her around another orgasm. After it died down, he became aware of a sound and looked up to see the student sobbing viciously. Tears streaking down both sides of her face under the blindfold, her breaths coming sharp and ragged. "I can't- I can't- no more… please," she begged him. He leaned down and wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry, baby girl. You know the rules," he whispered in her ear as he covered her mouth and brought the vibrator down on her wet clit again. She screamed into his hand and writhed as she tried to fight another orgasm. She lost. Her whole body shaking uncontrollably. "That's it, baby. Just take it - such a good girl…" Her hips strained to get away but only grated her more against the pleasure. She wailed as she was launched into yet another orgasm, her breasts straining towards the ceiling. He caught sight of them and for a second lost his control, leaning down to capture one of the pink puckered, aching swells in front of him. She moaned and arched her back further into his mouth. He growled and forced himself to let go. Once the pressure was released on her breast, the student writhed again, the incessant vibrating on her clit driving her over the edge once more. All of a sudden the buzzing stopped. Everything stopped. It almost seemed like the professor had needed to step away top catch his breath. But she couldn't hear him over the sound of her own heavy, shuddering shaky breaths.
The professor stood mere feet away from her pink, hot, swollen tight mound and struggled to not tear his pants off and close the space between him. While he listened to her heavy breathing, he held his, trying to remind himself that sleeping with a student was not an option. Even at a sex school. It wasn't necessarily against the rules but he had a small problem. Well, technically a big problem. But the dildo fit inside her, he thought to himself. With force, another voice reminded him. He was just about to untie her and tell her to leave - maybe jerk one off - or several - after she left but then he heard her small exhausted, sultry voice break the silence, "is that it?" The tone was curious but the part that got him was the challenge in her voice. As if she was egging him on. He growled and tore his belt off. Throwing it to the floor. He was already hard and she was already wet so no need for preempt. He positioned himself at the door to her and shoved. She screamed and tears ran down her face as the sheer size of him registered. He stood there for a moment, worried that he might have hurt her. Her legs shook uncontrollably with the force of his entrance but she didn't complain. So he began to move. Jesus Christ, she feels like heaven. I can't believe I actually fit. She was tight and wet and blazing hot. He was so caught up in the sensation of it all, he didn't notice the warning signs on the students face. Seemingly out of nowhere an orgasm hit her and the professor gasped, "fuck" as he dug his fingers into her hips in a fight to both stay inside her and not cum prematurely. Once she softened again, he began to move, feeling the butt plug nestled in between her ass cheeks. Reminding him just how hot she was. He reached down and pulled it out. She jerked her hips and cussed as he shoved it back in. He grabbed the straps on each side of her legs simultaneously pulling her legs farther apart and using the swing as leverage. The strokes were slow at first, letting her get used to his size, and then he lost control completely, picking up the pace. Ramming into her, their pelvises slamming together with the force of his thrusts. She exploded again, the waves from the orgasms trying their hardest to push the professor out again. He did manage to stay inside but the constant tightening and releasing threw him over the edge, her pussy milking every last drop out of him. He stayed inside of her, looking down at her body and appreciating how beautiful she was. He ran his hands all over her and all the while his dick twitched with the after shocks of his orgasm. He kissed her softly, and pushed himself as far as he could inside of the student, the natural instinct of any male who wishes to impregnate and then let himself fall out of her.
He was dead silent as he unbuckled her from the harness and took of her blindfold. When she could finally see again, she noticed a small smile on his face. "Wow." She gasped. "Didn't expect me to be that big?" He responded. At the blatant taunt, she readied her response with quick wit. "No not that..." she grinned, knowing what she was about to say would piss him off royally. "I expected you to last longer." The look of utter bafflement on his face was priceless and she turned around to grab her clothes to hide her amusement. When she finished dressing she turned back to find him glaring at her. "Little lady, I think you've just earned yourself an after school detention." She grinned in response, still taunting him, "sweet. Then I get seconds. Yum." She did a slow sensual lick of her top lip and then sauntered out of his office, leaving him glaring hungrily at her ass on the way out.
The end.
