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Professor Ballard allowed the lithe, young blond to lead her by the hand down the dim hallway. When they reached her office, she fished her key out of her clutch and silently opened the door. She motioned for Kendra to go in first. Ballard followed her and locked the door behind her, then turned to face her student.
Kendra was already wiggling out of her dress. She wore no bra. In a moment, she was naked. She got down on her knees in the middle of the old oriental rug in front of the desk and looked up at Professor Ballard.
The professor paused to admire the girl's perfect body for several long moments. She was perfectly proportioned with full, firm breast s and a heart-shaped ass. Her full hips tapered to a narrow waist and flat stomach.
She noticed that both nipples were pierced with small gold hoops.
The older woman walked up and cupped the girl's right breast in her left hand. She gently flicked the hoop with the index finger of her right hand.
"Jennifer's idea?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
The professor stared down at the beautiful girl who had been ordered by her mistress to serve her.
"You are truly a vision, Kendra. I'm going to enjoy this very much, dear," she breathed as she lightly flicked the nipple ring final time, then released her breast.
The blond shivered.
"How do you want me, ma'am?" she asked.
"What do you mean, Kendra?"
"I mean do you want to stand over me while I eat you, or do you want to sit in a chair? Or should I lay down so you can sit on my face?"
The professor paused for a moment, thinking.
"I think the chair first," said Professor Ballard firmly.
She walked up to an overstuffed chair in the corner of the office. She bent down and removed a stack of papers, making room for herself and sat down lightly. She made a point of not crossing her legs.
Kendra crawled over and knelt at the feet of her English professor.
Professor Ballard reached down and cupped Kendra's chin in her right hand. She looked her in the eyes as she spoke.
"Will she really whip your pussy with a wire hanger if you don't make me come three times?"
"Yes, ma'am. As I've said, she's done it before," replied the slave.
"She makes you do this often? Service other women or whatever you call it?" asked the professor.
"Yes, ma'am. Women and men. I am used by a guest of my mistress about once a week. Sometimes it's for no reason at all and sometimes it's to return a favor. Like last week, I ate out a friend of hers who helped her study for an important exam. Mistress sent me to the girl's dorm room when she got her passing grade. I ate her out while her roommate watched us from the top bunk.
Professor Ballard was wearing a conservative knee-length skirt. As she spoke, Kendra reached up and began casually hiking up the skirt around the professor's hips.
"It doesn't bother you?" asked Professor Ballard as she lifted her ass off the chair to help free the back of her skirt.
"I am her property, ma'am. I belong to Jennifer of my own free will. My opinions are of no consequence. I obey her in all things or I am punished."
The professor continued to levitate herself above the cushion of the chair until the young blond drew her panties down and then off.
The professor spread her legs wide and hitched herself forward so her pussy was jutting over the edge of the chair.
Kendra looked up at her from between her legs.
"She will share you too, when she makes you her slave, ma'am."
Then all discussion ceased as she lowered her face to the older woman's pussy.
She was good. Professor Ballard's first orgasm came in less than two minutes. She reached down and grabbed Kendra by the back of the head with both hands as she came in her mouth. The professor was a gusher, not quite a squirter, but close. Things started to get messy very quickly.
The second orgasm took slightly longer to achieve. Kendra alternated between tongue-fucking the professor's pussy and ass, while flicking her clit lightly with the fingers of her left hand.
