Written in collaboration with SarahBell

Michael was settled into his life as a Professor over the past ten years. He had married one of his graduate students, a girl, ten years younger, enjoying young flesh much more than women his own age. At first life was good, then marriage became more of a chore than an adventure. They divorced over five years ago leaving Michael a single Professor, not a bad predicament to be in on a campus that had twice as many female students as males. Michael, a football player in college, was over six feet two inches tall and about 225 pounds. While the years had taken away some of the muscle, he managed to work out in the college gym enough to keep from getting fat. His natural boyish good looks, his large frame and his professor status were enough to keep the girls looking in his direction.

He often flirted with his students, but the school frowned on fraternization of professors with students, immediate dismissal the result. He tried dating outside the university campus but the rural location limited his choices. Then he had come up with a plan. He noticed many young girls, just graduated from high school, away from home for the first time, eighteen, nineteen, even twenty years old, with young, nubile bodies that made his cock hard every time he saw them. He loved the way their tits would stand up, how their nipples would harden at the slightest provocation and their lovely legs hiding secrets below short skirts. Many were very submissive in nature, the university life with the power the professors had over them fueling it. He had tested his theory that he could get away with what he wanted, the fear of being exposed, flunked, humiliated or subject to ridicule forcing these young beauties to accept almost anything.

At first he started off simple, failing an attractive student on a test or paper. She would come to him in tears, this being the first time she had ever failed anything. He would comfort her; tell her it was just probably a fluke and that she would likely do better next time. His hands linger on her shoulders, brush a tear from her face or hold onto her slim, often naked waist while he spoke gently to her. She would begin to get comfortable with him. The next opportunity, he would do the same, maybe not flunk the student, but give her a "D". Again, there would be the tears, the explanations, the pleading with what would happen if she should fail his course. He would explain that he could not devote the time now to talk about her problems, having to go to a dinner with the Dean. It would be very inconvenient for him to do it, but if she would return at 7:00 tonight, after his dinner with the Dean, he would be able to help her solve her problem. She might give him some excuse for not being able to come, knowing that the building would be empty except for them, afraid of being alone with him. He would brush aside her excuses. "If you think you are more important than the Dean, go to him and explain to him why you are flunking." This usually did it, some muttered an apology and then consented.

He would wait for her in his office, sitting on the leather couch, more of a love seat, only able to seat two. He would have her sit next to him while he would start off strong, blaming her for not working hard enough, spending too much time on other classes, doing it deliberately because she thought she could talk him into a good grade. This stance was meant to provoke the tears and usually did.

His hand would go across the student's shoulders, bringing the sweet girl's body against his own. He would smell her hair, the faint hint of perfume on her body, his other hand lightly stroking up and down her arm as he soothed in a gentle voice. He could feel her body slightly tremble with fear, making his cock bulge against his pants. He would tell her that he could help her but she must also help him.

He would lift her head up by her chin, her face only inches from his, their eyes staring at each other. This was the moment he loved. His other hand would move down to hers, lifting it from her lap and placing it on his hard cock. The look in her eyes would be priceless. The surprise, then the fear as he pushed her hand down on his cock, wrapping her fingers around the huge member, her tiny hand barely able to go around it. The shocked look as she felt a man's cock for the first time, not a boy's tiny cock. He would move her hand up and down, masturbating his hard cock. Then he would remove his hand, still looking in her eyes. "Take it out of my pants," he'd order her. He could see the look of helplessness in her eyes, as he'd hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Then the sudden excitement he'd feel when her soft hand slipped inside his shorts, her skin touching his naked cock for the first time, feeling the heat of the hard cock jerking in her hand.

He'd feel the cool air of the room on his naked cock, see her eyes looking down then back up in embarrassment. "Yes, it's big isn't it," he would tell her. "Rub it a little, then I want you on your knees in front of the couch and you're going to put it into your hot little mouth and suck it until I cum."

"No," she would mouth, words unable to come from her throat. But her hand would continue to masturbate him, knowing that he had won.

"I'm sure you will get an A next time," he would watch as she slowly got up from the couch and kneeled before him, resigned to her fate. He would touch her face again, his fingers running across her lips. "So sweet, such lovely lips," his finger would push into her mouth, simulating what his cock would soon be doing. He would lean back in his seat, watching as she waited. "In your mouth," his hand would hold his hard cock up for her.

The big eyes would look back at him pleading, but she would eventually lean forward, her mouth open until it encircled his hard cock. He would make his cock jerk as soon as it touched her lips, watching her startled look on her face as she felt the hard shaft against her mouth. "Use your tongue on it, taste my cum." He would relax, enjoying her oral ministrations on his cock, fighting to hold back his orgasm, wanting to enjoy her hot breath on his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around it. "Move your head up and down, keep your lips tight and tongue the end of my cock," he would order her. Her head would move up and down, her hair swinging back and forth as she sucked his cock.

He wouldn't last much longer, grabbing her head with his hands, one hand gripping her hair tightly, the other used to keep her head still. "Breathe through your nose," he would order her, "I'm going to put my cock in your throat." His cock would jerk as it slowly passed into the tight confines of her throat, her choking and gagging as it passed increasing his pleasure. He would always pull out of her throat when he was ready to cum, wanting her to taste his cum, making sure he shot on her tongue, shooting some into the back of her mouth, choking her with the heavy, salty fluid.

He would always let his cock linger in her mouth, making her swallow his fluids, loving the look on her face, tears in her eyes as his limp cock sat heavily in her mouth, telling her how good she were at sucking cock and how she would now receive an "A".

He would do this only once to a student. They were usually so embarrassed, it being worse when they received their "A" and realized what they had performed for the high grade. He had done that for almost five years, with sometimes up to four students a year.

But the game had become boring, almost too easy. Last year he tried something new. He used the same scam, flunking them a few times, then calling them into his office late at night. But he wanted more excitement. Now he raped them. Usually starting in his office, raping their mouths, pussies or assholes. Then he would take them to a small house not far away from the campus and very private, where a gag would not be required. He enjoyed the pleading and screaming the rapes usually provoked. He would keep them there for the weekend, subjecting them to multiple rapes in all of their holes. He would talk to them before he returned them to the campus, forcing them to realize that he controlled their destiny and that few would believe he was capable of such unspeakable acts. He had cleverly arranged an alibi, having found a person that was so similar in looks to him, only someone that knew him well would recognize it wasn't him. That person would take a plane on Friday night to some destination and stay the weekend, making his presence known to many people. The person who did this got a first class vacation for nothing and Michael got his foolproof alibi.

For a final trump card, he also taped part of their sexual encounters, often on the final day when they resigned themselves to his taking of their bodies, seeming to be a willing participant instead of a rape victim. He would show the tape and threaten to post it on the Internet and let their fellow students know where it could be found. This is what usually did the trick, resigned to the fact that the rape had already happened and they could not do anything to turn back the clock.

He was very particular about his victims. He didn't just grab anyone; he was always looking for a specific type or nationality. The first time he had raped a black girl, never having had one before sexually, he enjoyed it immensely, her black face looking at him and her pink lips wrapped around his cock allowed him to shoot off in her mouth three times in a row without even withdrawing. Her jaw was almost busted from the long period she was forced to service his cock. She must have sucked it for over an hour.

This year he craved an Asian girl. He would enjoy the small, tight body. He had already picked his victim. Her name was Mita, a small girl of Japanese heritage in one of his classes.

Mita stood at 5"4" tall, 115 pounds with straight black hair that fell below her shoulders. She had penetrating Asian eyes and full lips that could make a boy's cock harden whenever she sensuously licked her lips. She worked out in college gym three times a week and was proud of her firm ass and her best asset, her breasts. This is what turned the boys' heads. She would often not wear a bra, her 32Bs would stand up proudly. She loved to wear tight, thin-strapped tank tops, especially as classrooms were often chilly, her nipples poking out like hard erasers, a slight jiggle in her breasts as she wrote.

She wanted to go to law school so she had to have excellent grades, but she had to work hard to achieve them. She was not like some that it would come easy to, each "A" required hard work. That was the reason she took Michael's class. He was known to be a good lecturer and an easy grader, especially to the female students. Mita desperately needs an "A" in his class to boost her GPA, so she planned to go braless often to class, sitting in the front room, hoping to help her chances for an "A".

Mita did not date much. She would often accept lunch dates after class, knowing that the boy would pay for lunch but was not into developing a serious relationship. She could see the way they looked at her, eyes peering down her flimsy top, hoping to catch a glimpse of the quarter-sized dark areolas that surrounded her eraser-end like nipples. She could feel their stares as she walked away, watching her ass sway seductively as she walked. They all desired to get her into her hot, teenage pussy.

Mita wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't promiscuous. She had sex with only boys she was in love with and the count, thus far, was two so her experience was limited. Mita really wasn't really into sex, she liked it, but she never craved it. She couldn't even cum when she masturbated so she hardly ever touched herself. She couldn't get past the notion that she was self-servicing herself and that turned her off.

Sex to her was what was required to please her boyfriend at that time. She would often be asked to suck their cock. She still had a hard gag reflex, but that seemed to delight them even more, the sound of her choking and gagging as they pushed their cock deep into her tight throat making them even harder. She would swallow their cum to please them but did not like the feeling or the taste of their cum on her tongue, the salty, pasty fluids often making her choke as it ran down her throat.

Her ass was firm and round and still virginal. She never allowed her boyfriends to stick their finger up there, let alone their cocks. She thought that type of sex wasn't romantic and drew the line on it.

Her boyfriends would often make her do some kinky things for them. One boyfriend would make her lick her fingers and then rub her nipples. Then he would tell her to massage her breasts as he fucked her pussy. While her nipples would become very hard, Mita was humiliated displaying herself in that way.

The other boyfriend would make her finger herself as she sucked his cock. She did that too but never enjoyed it. He would watch her masturbate, her fingers gripped tightly by her pussy as he pulled her nipples, her mouth sucking his cock, hoping to make him cum so her embarrassment would end. She did not want to be thought of as a sex toy.

Her breasts turned both her lovers on. They would make her ride them, forcing her to sit on their big cocks, her arms behind her neck, her elbows pointed to the side, her breasts thrust out. Then they would make her fuck them, loving to see her breasts bounce as she did, their hard cock pushing deep into her tight pussy. She would have to shut her eyes, not wanting to see the lust in their eyes as she performed for them, glad when she finally felt their hot cum gushing in her pussy.

Mita sat in the front section of Michael's class, wanting to impress him, always taking good notes. She hoped that he would notice her attentiveness as this class was the only one that concerned her. Some days she would wear a skirt or dress, always rather short, highlighting her lovely legs. She would often notice Michael looking at her. While she did not attempt to gather his attention toward her, she didn't want to stop it either. She needed all the help she could get; if her naked legs made him look to see how well she was taking notes, then so be it. Her tops would get even more of his attention. The classrooms were usually cold, the air conditioning always blowing. She often would wear a thin top without a bra, her pointed nipples poking out the front like a pair of small headlights. She was uncomfortable with his staring, often distracting her from what he was saying.

Trouble began a month ago. It was the first essay test and Mita spent a lot of time preparing for it. She thought she knew it forward and backward. A few days later she received her grade. It was an "F". Mita had never received an "F" on any college exam before.

She went to talk to Michael during his office hours and nearly broke down in tears. "I don't know what happened," sobbing as she sat there, "I'm always in class taking notes, I don't understand it. I really need a good grade in this class."

Michael stood up and went behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. He could smell her perfume, the smell of her hair, his cock jumping in his pants. "It's only the first exam, you still had time to make up your grade." He rubbed her shoulders, feeling how tense she was. She just needs a good fuck and that would make it all better, he thought and silently chuckled. "Just study harder and take better notes. If you are still having problems after the next exam, come back and talk to me. I'm sure there is some way that we can help each other out."

Mita felt a little relieved, though not really understanding his last remark of helping each other out. Maybe she could do some extra credit work. "Thank you." Mita stood up quickly, a little uncomfortable with his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them.

Mita noticed that Michael paid even more attention to her in class. She would be taking notes, feeling his eyes on her. Maybe he won't be such a hard grader since he sees how hard I'm trying in his class, Mita thought.

What she didn't know, however, was that Michael wasn't looking to see how good of a student she was. He was looking at her breasts, the slight bounce in them as she furiously scribbled her notes. He imagined how those breasts would feel in his hands. He looked down at her legs, the short skirt barely covering anything, thinking of how tight her body would be. How her pussy would milk his hard cock. His fantasy would only last a few seconds, his cock already stirring in his pants, the podium could only conceal so much.

Mita felt confident after the next essay test, expecting no lower then a "B". She even smiled to Michael as she turned it in. Her happiness over the test lasted only for a week when the exams were returned. She had done better then an "F", but not quite an "A". In fact it was a "D". Tears welled up in her eyes. She answered everything! She even added details that most students probably failed to write. What could she have done wrong?

Mita approached Michael after class, "I don't understand my grade. I was sure I got an "A", at least a "B".

"I have another class to go to right now, but let's talk about your grade later," Michael said.

Can I see you during your office hours?" Mita asked.

"Actually, you just reminded me. I'm canceling my office hours this week. I have conferences with the Dean all week, with a dinner on Friday," Michael said. "I'm trying to convince him why my department needs more money."

"I'd really like to talk to you as soon as possible," Mita said. "I can make time for you. Just let me know when you would be available." Her voice sound urgent, she needed to resolve this, she couldn't wait.

"Why don't you stop by my office Friday night around 9? I know that's late, but I plan to stop by my office after the dinner to pick up some things," Michael said. He paused and added, "that might actually be better because you won't have to compete with other students who also want to talk about their grades. I know you're trying hard, Mita, that's why I'm letting you see me at so late on a Friday."

Mita hesitated. She didn't want to be meet with him that late. She knew that most professors and students leave the campus early on Fridays to get a quick start on the weekend. However, she also knew how much this grade could hurt her. If she failed this class, she might as well kiss any chance of entering a good law school goodbye. "If that is the only time, fine. I will see you Friday night," at least partially relieved. She would to do whatever was necessary to fix this. It was too important.

It was a nice and clear Friday night, Mita arriving with her class notebook and old tests. Before she left her apartment, she practiced what she was going to say. "I'll just mention all the good points that I made in my essays," she thought to herself. She planned to show Michael all the notes she took and argue why she deserved a higher grade.

As she walked down the halls of the building, she felt uneasy. She wasn't used to the building so empty and quiet, the only thing she could hear was the sound of her feet shuffling down the hall. As she walked up the stairs to the second level and turned the corner, she knew her professor was in his office. His door was the only one open and the light was on. She walked in the office. It looked different. Usually, the office was cluttered with books. Books would be all over his desk, on some chairs, stacked alongside the walls and bookshelf, piled on the floor. This time, most of the books on the desk, chairs, and floors were gone. The office looked bigger and more spacious.

"Hi, Mita, good to see you. Have a seat," said Michael when she came in. He was sitting behind his desk putting documents into his briefcase. His desk looked awfully bare without any books on it. The only things on it were pens and a few papers.

Mita took a seat in front of the desk and waited until Michael finished packing his briefcase. The air was warm in the office. The University always turned off the air conditioner on the weekend to conserve electricity. She took off her cardigan revealing her tight red spaghetti strap tank top. She wished she had not worn it now, thinking that the cardigan would cover her.

Michael inconspicuously glanced up from his briefcase to notice that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were soft but still could be faintly seen. He felt his cock start to harden. "So, you're here to talk about the exam?" Michael said.

"Yes sir," Mita began. She couldn't finish. She could feel the pent up frustration well up as tears. She told herself to be strong, but she couldn't stop from crying. "Oh, professor, I tried so hard on both of these exams. I don't think I deserve the grades I got," Mita cried.

He looked concerned, got up and walked from behind the desk, standing behind her. He put his hand on her shoulders, feeling her silky skin. He looked down the front of her top, able to see the generous cleavage the top highlighted. "It's ok, Mita, grades aren't everything. There's one more test left for the semester. You probably won't get an "A" but there's still a possibility that you could pass," he said.

"No," she gasped between sobs. "You don't understand. If I don't do well, I don't get into a good law school."

Michael kept his hand on her shoulders, rubbing them as before. "You're an excellent student in his class." He let one hand run through her black hair, his other hand rubbing her shoulder. His cock was hard.

"There is something you can do to greatly improve your grade," Michael said, his hands continuing to run over her body.

"What is it? I'll do anything right now," she sobbed.

Michael let his fingers run up the back of her neck, over to the side of her face, pausing before saying, "Mita, you're a beautiful girl. You're young and you're just absolutely gorgeous." He took a deep breath and continued, "Can you think of anything that I might want from you Mita?"

Michael stood to the side of her, his hand lifting her face up to him. She was staring at his crotch, noticing the bulge in his pants only inches from her face. She tried to turn her head away, Michael's hand holding her tightly. She felt his other hand reach down and grab her wrist, pulling her limp arm up and pressing it against his bulge. Mita could feel the hard cock in his pants. Her eyes widened and a shiver ran through her. She tried to take her hand away, but Michael caught it and held it there. He bent down to kiss her cheek.

"No, professor, no," Mita protested, trying to stand up.

Michael caught her and pushed her back down in the chair. He kissed her cheek again, pinning her hand against his jerking cock, whispering in her ear, "Listen, Mita, I'm very well respected at this University. I've brought in a lot of money for this school and haven't had an ounce of trouble. I could fail you if I wanted to, it would be as easy as snapping my fingers. It wouldn't matter if you write the best essay in the class, you would get an "F". The University knows that many students lie and make up reasons for getting a better grade. If I fail you, the University will support me no matter how much you protest."

Mita sat in the chair and cried. Michael bent down next to her, his face near hers. He continued, "Now, if you do everything I tell you to do, you will get an "A". You won't even have to take the test." His hand moved down to her thighs, one hand slipping between her legs, rubbing up and down her jeans.

Mita felt his hand running up and down the inside of her legs, the big hand pushing out on her legs, making her spread them. She felt his lips on her cheek again, his hand becoming more urgent, moving up higher and higher. It would only be a matter of time and he would be running his hand over her sex. What could she do? She was powerless, trapped in the room, the building empty. Even if she screamed, would anyone be around to help her? She knew that no one would believe her if she accused one of the most respected professors of sexual harassment.

Michael let his hand continue the exploration of her thigh, seeing her fists clenched tightly, but her arms unwilling to stop his unwanted fondling of her body. That was all he needed to continue. "Do you have a boyfriend Mita?"

She looked at him, getting angry now. "That's personal," she shot back.

"I said, do you have a boyfriend? I expect an answer," his large hand able to grip her thigh and squeeze it tightly.

"OOOOWWW, that hurts!" she cried out, his hand feeling like a vise on her thigh, trapping the tender flesh.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Mita. It's up to you, but we will do it. You're not going anywhere until I'm finished with you." He released her thigh, but then tightened again, feeling her squirm in pain. "Now, do you have a boyfriend?"

Silence lay thickly between them, her eyes glaring at him. She felt the pain of his hand again. "Not now," she replied hesitatingly, feeling the hand relax and begin to caress her thighs again.

"Have anyone ever fucked your tight pussy?" He continued to rub her thighs.

"Yes," her head hanging in shame.

"Did your old boyfriends make you suck their cocks, Mita?"

She really felt uncomfortable, making her tell of her intimate relations. She felt his hand squeeze her thigh again, "OOOW, yes."

Michael's cock jumped at the thought of her lips wrapped around his cock, her hot breath on his cockhead. "Has anyone ever fucked you in the ass, Mita?"

"No," she quickly exclaimed, "never!"

He had found her weakness, her asshole. He always exploited what they feared the most. In Mita's case, it was her sweet asshole. That would be his first conquest. He leaned over and began to kiss her, feeling her lips tighten as he did. "Kiss back," he demanded, his hand squeezing again, her legs spreading apart in pain. He pressed his lips on hers again, this time her soft lips parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth, rub over her teeth. His hand moved to her breasts, rubbing the youthful globes, no bra protecting them from his hands. She squirmed more in the chair, his other hand now up to her crotch, her thick jeans her only protection.

"I'll have you kicked out of school if you resist. Now let me have my way with you. Relax; you will enjoy it and I will make you cum for me," he taunted her.

Mita began to cry, her sobs blocked by his lips, her hands still clutching the chair arms, his hands having unfettered access to her nubile body.

"Stand up," he suddenly ordered her, pulling her up from the chair. He moved behind her, his face nuzzling her neck, "you are a sexy little bitch," he taunted her more.

She could feel his hard cock pressed up against her ass. She knew that he was going to rape her and she could do nothing to stop him. His hands moved over her body. He squeezed her nearly naked breasts, fingertips finding her nipples, squeezing them to erection as she squirmed in pain. His hand slid down her taut stomach, stopping at the top of her jeans, nervously fumbling with her belt. She felt the material relax, her belt hanging uselessly open. Mita closed her eyes when she felt the button open, the zipper sounding like an airplane in the quiet room as it was slipped down.

Michael's cock jerked against her tight ass as he lowered the zipper. He heard her sobbing. "Don't resist, Mita. I'm stronger then you are. I'm going to fuck you, so you might as well relax and enjoy it. I have a nice big cock that is going to stuff your little body and make you cum." He laughed at her obvious discomfort.

Michael's large body easily overpowered Mita. Her 115-pound body stood no chance against his 225 pounds. His large hand, barely able to fit, pushed into her jeans and her panty-covered abdomen, feeling her naked sex.

"You shave your pussy, you little whore," he mocked her, feeling her naked pussy. "Just like a little girl, Mita."

Mita didn't know what to say. Her professor was going to rape her. She just continued to cry. She felt him pushing her over to the desk, her hips banging painfully against the side of it.

"Lean over, Mita, put your hands on the desk and I will fuck your hot, tight ass," Michael said. His hand on her back pushed her down on the desk, her almost naked breasts hitting the cold surface. She felt a hand slap her ass, the jean material taking the brunt of the pain

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"Hold that position for me Mita. Be a good girl and I will feed you some cock," Michael said, his voice filled with lust. He finished taking off her jeans and her panties slid partly down with them. Mita cried louder as she felt herself slowly being stripped from the waist down. She could feel him kneeling behind her, and she was ashamed at how she must have looked.

Michael ran his hands over her ass and noticed that her panties were barely able to conceal her flesh. "You're so beautiful Mita, what a lovely body you have." His hand slapped her ass cheek and caused her head to pull up from the desk. Michael's pushed down on her back. "Stay down, I like you this way. Such a nice ass, pushed out for me."

Mita felt him behind her, his hand on top of her panties. Her held her breath, knowing that she was about to have her naked sex exposed. "Nooo..." Mita blubbered, her head turning towards Michael, seeing the lust in his eyes. She felt the panties slowly being pulled down her ass cheeks, exposing her naked flesh. Farther and farther it slid until it was at her feet.