Unspoken Pleasure

Once she was in front of his desk, he stopped what he was doing and looked at her like a piece of meat. "So you're the new girl, huh?" he asked, rising from his seat and walking around the desk to look at her from all angles. "Mr. Trenton certainly can pick them can't he? I bet you would have made a good student before you fell in with him, wouldn't you?" As the professor asked the last question, he reached around to grope her braless tits through her shirt, making Violet stiffen a little at the unpleasant sensation.

"New girl?" She asked hesitantly, while he slid his hands down from her tits, to her flat belly, to her thighs before slowly lifting the hem of her short skirt. "What do you mean?"

He ignored her question though, groping her now exposed ass roughly with both hands. "Oh yes, you'll do nicely," he said, mostly to himself as he suddenly pushed her forward, bending her over his desk, and kicking her feet wider apart as he hiked her skirt up to her waist.

"Wait a second... What are you doing?" Violet complained. Was he going to fuck her without so much as a hello?

"What am I doing? I thought you were at my beck and call tonight." he asked impatiently as he started to play with her clit and arid cunt. "Do you need a little foreplay before you can put out like my frigid bitch of a wife?"

Violet was about to open her mouth to protest, but before she could get a word out, a hand came down hard on her ass. "The only foreplay you're getting tonight slut is pain," the professor said between blows as he repeatedly hit her left ass cheek with his right hand. There was nothing dominant in his tone or his actions. Honestly, even though she enjoyed the jolts of pain, his touch made her skin crawl. There was nothing sexy about his repressed rage or his sexual bitterness as he ranted at her about his wife's slights, but she bit her lip and endured it even though all she wanted to do was go home.

"You are a fucked up little thing," he said, as he finally stopped his angry bout of spanking to grope her now moist pussy, "Just like the man said - a natural pain whore. Mr. Trenton might never get the hang of torts, but he certainly can pick a slut."

"Wait," Violet cried out, finally breaking her silence as she heard the old man unzip his pants, "You can't fuck my pussy I'm --"

"I know that you stupid slut. Your owner told me that your pussy was off limits, which is fine by me. That's the one hole Mrs. Stern still lets me use from time to time." He said contemptuously, "No. I was thinking we'd try something tighter." Violet flinched as she felt the professor start to smear cold lube on her anus, but the response was purely automatic. Her mind was a million miles away as he readied her ass to get fucked. The old man's words resounded in her head, tormenting more than his creepy touch ever could. Everything Dr. Stern said implied that she wasn't the first girl that had occupied this place in James' life - she might not even be the only slut he owned now. The thought made her tear up. She was so stupid. Why didn't she ever consider this before now? Why did she think she was special - that she --

Violet's thoughts were scattered as soon as she felt the man behind her start to force his cock into her tight little ass. "Nnhhhh," she grunted as the head popped past her the tight ring of muscle and suddenly slid inside almost effortlessly after that.

"Mmmmm, that's right slut," the professor gloated as he bottomed out inside of her. "Let it all out. Suffer for me." His dick was smaller than many of the others that had fucked her, so it didn't hurt too badly, but if he wanted to think that the tears falling on his desk were from his dick instead of from her feelings that James had somehow betrayed their bond, then it was fine with her.

"No, please..." she said, her voice faltering. "Please slow down... be gentle..." It wasn't her best performance, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead he picked up speed, grabbing her hips so he could fuck her harder.

"Gentle? That's for good girl's, slut, and you have been one of those in a long time, have you?" he asked. When she didn't respond, thinking it was a rhetorical question, he reached up and grabbed her short hair, pulling it hard. "I asked you a question slut! You're not a good girl anymore, are you?"

"No sir," Violet said, knowing that it would antagonize the older man. "I'll never be a good girl ever again after everything I've done."

"That's right cunt," he responded, barely slowing his erratic, jerky thrusting. "You're just a whore to be passed around, and tonight you're nothing but my anal whore." His thrusts didn't hurt. To the contrary, they'd actually started to feel good, despite her revulsion to the man fucking her. His words though, they hit her right in the heart of her worries, and he was rewarded by several wracking sobs. These made him harder, if anything. "I'm sorry" she cried, "I didn't mean to, I --

"I don't give a fuck about your words, slut," Dr. Stern interrupted. "All I care about is how good your tight ass feels, and I'm not about to let your blubbering ruin that when I could be ruining you instead."

As he spoke, he reached his hand around and started to play with her clit, forcing a gasp from her almost immediately. Violet hadn't even been aware of how wet she'd gotten until he touched her. Whether it be from the anal, the verbal abuse, or the mental anguish, she was soaked. It was the most bizarre combination of sensations she had experienced since the three way in the adult bookstore. Her tearful sobs mixed with her moans of pleasure as she was used and fingered by a man that revolted her - a man almost old enough to be her grandfather.

"Please," she whispered, "Please..." Whether she meant for him to stop or to use her harder, Violet didn't know. She was lost in her head. She clung to her self pity and despair as the stormy seas of pleasure tossed her, threatening to take away everything, even her regrets and shame. She couldn't hold on forever though, and even as the old man started to wheeze and grunt, her body began to quiver and quake. She was a whore, and whores existed only for pleasure. Why fight it? How could you fight your own nature?

This was Violet's last thought before she came messily beneath tonight's lover, thrashing and moaning like a woman in the midst of a seizure. "Ahh, Fuuuuu..." Was all she managed to utter before the pleasure from the dick in her ass combined with the pleasure of the fingers strumming her clit combined to erase her consciousness entirely. For a long moment Violet was lost in her pleasure, but the real pleasure was that for the first time she didn't have to think all the terrible thoughts she'd been unable to shake. Neither could she hear the grunting in her ear, or feel the dick in her ass throb as Dr. Stern spurted his cum deep inside her.noveldrama

When she did finally come around seconds later, he'd already sat back down and was already zipping up his pants. When she looked at him expectantly, unsure of what he wanted next he spat "Well, girl? What are you waiting for? Leave! I've got plenty to do now that I've drained my balls inside you."