College Domination

by pwn star

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Blackmail, BiSexual, Heterosexual, FemaleDom, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Squirting, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Teacher/Student, School, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: The Professor's ready for yet another year teaching, but this time he intends to add a twist. Following the lead of more experienced colleagues, he forms a plan to wreak havoc on the grades of a young freshman and take advantage of her delicate disposition in the worst possible way. Despite extensive planning, it all goes wrong and he ends up having an entirely different experience.

Professor Douglas Hermann was really going to do it this time. His colleagues kept bragging about all their freshman conquests and he was sick of it. If they could get laid by college girls, so could he. Sure, he wasn't much to look at. Forty and balding, of average height, he wouldn't stand out in a crowd, but his buddies didn't look much different and it worked out for them. He'd spent the summer planning it out and now was the time to put his plan into action.

It was the first day of Fall semester and his Introductory Literature class was overflowing with hot, busty freshman girls. He usually didn't teach the beginning courses, but had arranged it this year so that he would have the best and most vulnerable new students at his mercy. His plan was to select the few that most appealed to him, wreak havoc on their grades and their emotions, and then take advantage of their delicate dispositions in the worst possible way. He planned on coercing them to have sex with him in order to save their academic future.

Doug knew it sounded horrible, but really, how much damage could it do? Bill and Mark had been doing it for years and the girls always seemed to enjoy it in the long run. Hell, Bill even had a couple that still called him whenever they were in town. He considered it an extension of the education the girls would receive from the venerable University, everyone needed to learn how to please a man, right?

Professor Hermann sauntered up to the front of the class wearing his usual first day of school attire, brown cords, a button down shirt, and his sturdy tennis shoes. This year he'd changed it up a bit though, he had a brand new pair of Gucci frames balancing on the bridge of his nose. He'd heard that girls found them simply irresistible on an academic type.

As he arranged his books on the podium, he took the opportunity to troll the classroom looking for potential victims. His first hit was sitting in the front row, to the right side of the room, furthest away from the door. She was a peach. Dark auburn hair flowed down her back in thick ringlets, her skin was pale alabaster with a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose, her lashes were long and dark, amply framing her brilliant emerald eyes. As his eyes passed over her a second time the tip of her tongue flashed out over her plump red lips and he felt his soldier come instantly to attention. It was a good thing he had the podium to hide behind, or he'd be more than slightly embarrassed. The red head had a curvy body that was currently poured into her jeans and low cut v-neck sweater. She was so hot that his hard on was practically pulsing. Well, this was easier than he'd thought. Now that he'd found his peach (as he decided to affectionately call her) none of the other girls were in the least bit tempting. They all looked just a little bit too underdeveloped compared to her.

His decision made, Professor Hermann decided to start tearing down her academic self confidence right away. He really should wait a few days to make sure he chose the right girl, the one least likely to turn him in. The trouble was, he just couldn't wait. Now his dick had taken control and he was thinking with it. It could prove to be dangerous, but he couldn't help himself. She was so hot, and he was so hard, he knew that just jacking off wouldn't cut it. Until he had his cock buried in her cunt, he'd have endless sleepless nights replete with blue balls and cold showers.

He began to lecture. "I trust that all of you did your summer reading? Spectacular, I've read it all and I don't want to stand up here and lecture. I want you to teach me what you learned from reading these classic stories. We'll start with Wuthering Heights." He pointed directly at the busty red head in the front row. "You there, what's your name?"

She responded in a voice that was sultry and sexy, an even better combination than he could imagine. "Roxanne, my name's Roxanne Fields." As she said it, she licked her lips and crossed her legs.

"Well, Roxanne, please describe to me the role of Social Class in this novel!"

Roxanne, looking a little flustered, crossed and re-crossed her legs. Then, licking her lips again she spoke. "Well, uh, I read the syllabus for this class and it didn't say anything about summer reading. I, umm, I thought we'd just, uh, read the stories once school started."

Professor Hermann did a good job of looking outraged even though he knew she was correct. He hadn't assigned any summer reading. He just wanted an excuse to mark down her grade. The sooner he got her groveling the better. "You didn't do the reading? And yet you dared to show up and sit in my class ... in the front row? Have you never read Wuthering Heights before?"

Roxanne looked nervous again, as a matter of fact, it looked a little bit like her upper lip was beginning to sweat. "Umm, no, I, ah, haven't read it sir. I don't really read much. That's why I took this class."

"Well, I hate to do this on your first day of class, but I'm going to have to give you a zero for participation today. Remember that participation in class discussions is 75% of your grade. If you keep getting zeros you'll fail! Now, I hope the rest of this class is a little bit more prepared than Roxanne. Who can answer my question?"

With that a handful of arms shot up into the air and class was underway. As he conducted the lecture, and actually did try to teach the students something, Professor Hermann would occasionally glance at Roxanne to see how she was faring. As he'd hoped, she looked a little upset. His plan was working!

Over the next several weeks, he kept the pressure on. Roxanne looked to be more and more distressed as the class periods drug on and she was found to be lacking in all her answers. Finally, the day came that she couldn't handle it any longer. She was failing her basic literature class and, if she failed, the University would put her on probation and her father would probably make her come home. He hadn't wanted her to go to college anyway. He couldn't understand why she thought she needed an education.

Professor Hermann heard a light knock on his door near the end of his office hours. He'd been waiting patiently, well not quite patiently, for her to break. As a matter of fact he'd been jacking off behind his desk for the fourth time that hour. Every time he thought he had himself under control, his mind would wander to a vision of her luscious lips, or her exceptional cleavage, and then he was lost all over again, frantically rubbing his right hand up and down his turgid cock like a sex deprived teenager. Well, he was sex deprived, but he wasn't a teenager anymore by any means of calculation.

He quickly cleaned himself up and then, with fingers crossed hoping it was his peach, he told the individual to come in. And come in she did, his peach, tumbling through the door and looking a little worse for the wear. Her hair was mussed and her eyes red like she'd been crying.

"Professor Hermann, do you have a moment?"

"Well, my office hours are almost over, but I guess I can spare you a few moments. How can I help you, Miss ... hmmm ... it's Roxanne, isn't it?"

Roxanne's expression changed just a little bit, if he hadn't been staring at her, he probably wouldn't have noticed, but for a second there it looked like she got angry. Maybe because he'd been torturing her for weeks and then just pretended to barely remember her name. He mentally kicked himself, if he went too far all of his careful preparations would be lost.

"Yes, it's Roxanne, I need to talk to you about my grade. Look, I really need to pass this class or my Dad will stop paying for college."

"Well Roxanne, what can I say? If you were studying like you should be we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." He was proud of himself for retaining his cool and speaking like the holier than thou professor he needed to make himself out to be for this to work.

"Look, I swear I've been trying. I mean, sure, it's hard to ignore some of the parties because they are so much fun, but, come on. I read what you tell me to read, I've even been doing some extra reading online. You know, plot summaries and essays and stuff. I know that this sort of thing isn't really my forte, but I've been trying and it's a beginning class for god's sake!"

Professor Hermann put on his sternest look. "Now calm down Roxanne, college isn't one big party. If you want to graduate you've got to work. I'm sorry you don't think that literature is all that important, but the University disagrees. This class is a required course and you've got to pass it to graduate. Now what are you willing to do to make the


The Professor mentally kicked himself again. He should have said that a little differently. I mean, now it sounded like he was propositioning her, well, he was, but she wasn't supposed to know it yet. She studied him curiously for a few moments and then sat down in a chair directly across from his desk. She arranged herself quite casually in the chair, so casually as a matter of fact that he could almost see up her short flirty black skirt. As he studied her more closely he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra under her tight white sweater either. He could see the darker circles of her nipples tightening and poking out through the light fabric. Her high beams were on!

The Professor coughed nervously and then repeated his question in a manner less likely to be misconstrued. "Well, Roxanne, what type of academic rigor are you willing to apply in order to bring up your grade? I can give you extra credit, but I can promise you it won't be easy."

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