The Second Degradation of Alice
Copyright© 2025 by tiffany58
Chapter 5: Session 3: Professor Aronson
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: Session 3: Professor Aronson - A young woman is recovering from years of degradation at the hands of a group of mature men. But an invite to a school reunion triggers emotional flashbacks and leads her towards a second degrading life. How will she survive?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Consensual DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Squirting Teacher/Student Prostitution
My third paid counselling session with Dylan Jones via Zoom, was scheduled to cover the part Professor Henry Aronson played in my life as a sexual plaything for four powerful men. He would become the most important for my university and career ambitions, as well as the one who took over as my chief abuser from the age of 18. But that is jumping ahead.
By the time I had turned 16, Mr Green had been my chief abuser for a year, using me almost every day at school, plus his once-a-week evening sessions with me. As his whore, being paid with his time and coaching, he expected me to be available to him any time he needed “de-stressing”. I had lost count of the number of times I had swallowed his load in the Caretakers’ storeroom and then returned to my class wiping the last vestiges from my lips, or returned with his semen leaking from me if he had needed a more vigorous physical release of his stress. I certainly did not need to eat lunch as I was having a protein meal almost daily.
At the same time, Uncle John was still making full use of his “Little slut,” using me two or three times each week. Which meant that often I had both using me on the same day, sometimes in the same orifice which made for an interesting walk home afterwards. Sometimes they had me together during Mt Green’s evening coaching session, and most brazenly in the school staffroom one Sunday afternoon after a morning Governors meeting. When together, they liked to give me a long and sometimes painful DP, until they also discovered that giving me a DP in the same hole was a fun pastime, one they found with good teamwork could be achieved in both my cunt and anus.
At 16, John decided my implant would need replacing within the year, and so took me to another colleague and asked him to fit an IUD, contraceptive coil, which meant I would never need my implants replaced and I would not have to remember to take a pill every day. Their little slut, and whore, was completely safe from unwanted accidents. I was now ready to meet my next benefactor.
On the day of one of Mr Green’s evening coaching sessions, John told my parents that they would like to bring a friend to meet them who was also interested in my career development. They arranged to come to our house straight after school, and promptly at 4.15 the three men arrived.
They introduced Professor Henry Aronson, a leading academic at the university that I hoped to be going to in two years. He was a long-time friend of Mr Green and shared several common interests with him. One of which was helping talented young people to achieve their goals. Mr Green had told him a lot about their daughter and he hoped he could join the small circle of supporters who were developing her academic and social attributes so rigorously. He could not get her a place at any university – that was down to my academic performance – but he could give me a lot of coaching before hand on what was needed to win a place and then gain a quality degree at the end of it. He might even be able to arrange for me to spend a weekend or two each year at his university, to see what life was like in a major institution.
True to form my parents were duly impressed and once more unwittingly agreed to hand my future over to another man none of us really knew. Mr Green then sealed the deal by saying tonight was one of my coaching evenings, and as Henry was staying with him overnight, it made sense for him to join my coaching session, so they could use the time to discuss university life and what professor Aronson liked to see in his best students. As John was also here and influential in bringing the group of coaches together, perhaps he would like to join them too.
So, all four of us made the short journey to Mr. Green’s house, but as we left my parents John told them that, as there might be a lot to explore with me tonight, I might be a bit late home, but not to worry about food as they were going to order something to be delivered. So now I was all theirs for the whole evening. Professor Aronson was a suave, well-dressed man in his early sixties. Not as tall as John or Mr Green but certainly portlier than them. With silvery grey hair brushed back over his ears he looked quite impressive and I could imagine him holding forth in a lecture theatre. But I knew there was not going to be much discussion of my university ambitions tonight, other than prostituting myself to another man, letting him use my body in payment for his coaching advice. Once inside the house, Mr Green said “We have a little routine when we start a session in my house, Henry. First things first, young Alice takes off her clothes and then goes to any visitor, like John, but specially to you tonight, and formally introduces herself with a demonstration of her excellent oral skills. While she is making you comfortable, John and I will strip off so we can join in when you are ready.”
“Now Alice, get that school uniform off and go and introduce yourself to the Professor – let him get a feel for what you have to offer him. It might be nice if you help him undress so he does not spoil that expensive suit and then when he is comfortable you can show him those excellent oral skills John and I have spent two years teaching you.”
As he spoke I felt totally degraded as usual and humiliated, but deep inside I knew I wanted to please this group of old men. I looked at the three men and reluctantly kicked off my school shoes, sliding my school blazer down my arms to fall to the floor, revealing the thin white shirt that I had worn to school today at Mr Green’s instruction. Two rigid nipples and my small breasts were obvious through the thin material, as they had been all day, but by now my nipples were fully engorged and were forming tents in the shirt front.
I started to unbutton the shirt and the Professor was watching my every move, as he slipped his own jacket off and began to undo his own shirt buttons. As my shirt joined the pile of clothes at my feet revealing my solid pink nipples just begging to be grabbed and eaten, he dragged his shirt from his trousers and dropped it on his jacket, the lascivious smirk on his face telling me he would certainly be eating what he was now staring at.
Finally, I undid the button on my uniform skirt and pulled the zip down, before shaking my hips and letting the skirt fall in a circle round my bare feet. Now naked I stood still and looked at each of the three men, and knowing what was expected and demanded of me gave a small nod of acceptance to John and Mr Green. The Professor had kicked his own shoes off and was struggling to undo his trousers as his fat belly overhung his belt, trying to focus his gaze on my naked body while doing so.
I walked confidently over to the Professor and stood in front of him, so close my breasts were almost touching his bare chest, and said “Hello Professor Aronson, I am pleased to meet you. I am Alice and I am your servant tonight, here to please you in any way I can. Would you like me to help you with that, it looks a bit uncomfortable and a bit tight?”
My hand gently brushed against the obvious bulge in his trousers, and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I reached for his belt under his sagging belly and gently undid it for him, then popped the straining button at the top of his trousers and eased the zip down. As I pushed his trousers down his chubby thighs, his baggy boxers were revealed, with a great tent in the front and an obvious damp spot at the peak of the tent pole. I lifted one foot and then the other as I removed his trousers from his legs and his socks from his feet.
I raised my eyes, looked at his hungry ones, and smiled at him, sliding my hands up his hairy thighs and hooking my fingers into the waistband of his sagging boxers, all the time holding his gaze and licking my lips as I knelt before him. When at last I looked away, I gently tugged his boxers from under his belly and then lifted them over his straining erection and pushed them down to the floor. I gave a little gasp of surprise when I looked at him in all his naked glory – he may have been shorter than the other two, and certainly much fatter, but beneath the fat belly he was just as well endowed as either of the others. In fact, the girth was as fat as John’s and the length was about the same as Mr Green, so overall possibly the biggest challenge of the three for a small 16-year-old girl like me, even if I had been fucked almost daily for more than two years.
“That is very big, it looks uncomfortable like that. Here. Let me make it better for you.”
I reached out my small hand and took his girth between my fingers, squeezing his hardness. I slowly slid my hand up and down, watching his bulbous head being revealed on each down stroke, and then quietly said to him “That looks beautiful. I bet it tastes delicious too. Can I taste it please?”
I shuffled forward on my knees until my breasts were brushing his knees, my left had caressed his bare buttock and my fingers explored his plump rear cleavage before resting on his puckered anus, drawing a moan from him. Leaning forward so the tip of my tongue could lick up the drop of pre-cum glistening on his crown, I started to kiss it and lick up and down his shaft, my other hand cupping his big balls dangling between his fat thighs.