Emily And The Professor Ch 02

Professor Sanders sat at the desk in his study reading the latest draft of Emily's thesis. Even in this modern world he still preferred a printed copy when doing his reviews, it made marking them up so much easier, scribbling on the pages with his red pen. It added to his quaint charm, he supposed and anyway, old habits die hard. Given that he was in his mid-fifties, Professor Sanders felt that he was entitled to a few old habits. And some bad ones. But in spite of those, he was still in pretty good shape for a man his age, although he readily admitted that these days, his appearance was better described as 'distinguished', rather than handsome. Such is life.

He had seen so many students come and go over his time. Most were merely average, but occasionally there was a special one. There was no doubt about which camp Emily fell into. He had never met anyone so young and gifted. There could be no doubt about her potential now. He was certain that a major academic career at the university of her choice (Cumbridge, say) was hers for the taking. And she would really make waves, change things, shake it up.

Intellectually, he was in awe of her. Dean Bean called him her biggest fanboy. But how could one not be? He sat on the edge of his seat as he finished his review. He had made very few marks with his red pen, just a single note and a question mark. He set the paper down and leaned back in his chair. Reading the latest draft had given him so much pleasure and pride, pride that he had helped, in a small way, to form her formidable mind. In fact, he had enjoyed reading it almost as much as he was enjoying Emily's tongue as it teased his arsehole. Emily, naked under his desk, had been giving his cock her full attention all the while. It was partially why he was on the edge of seat: the thrill of reading her paper was one reason, sure, but the more compelling reason was to give her mouth access to his cock, balls and arse. It had been an effort to maintain his concentration, but he was a professional and had held out. Now he could put aside the intellectual niceties and just enjoy the physical pleasure of Emily's excellent fellatio.

Emily sucked on his raised balls and licked her soft warm tongue along the under part of his cock. He placed a hand on her honey blonde hair as she guided his stiff cock into her mouth. It felt at home there. She could take his full length effortlessly now and he loved the way she gently sucked him. He felt her soft lips gliding along his shaft. He pressed her face downwards and she took it all in smoothly once again. He could feel his glans at the back of her throat and when she applied that trademark gentle suction, it was just right. It was with deep contentment that he felt the inevitable tremors of his cock as the cum eased out from his balls and oozed richly from the slit in his glans, like the thick yolk of a soft-boiled egg, into his young protege's throat and mouth.

"Oh, Emily," he sighed, enormously understating how elated he felt. "That was so fucking good."

Emily knew now that he liked her to keep sucking afterwards, draining every drop of cum from his cock that she could. He could feel her tongue manoeuvring in her mouth around his meat to savour the taste of his cum. That girl enjoyed it so much! Emily kept his cock in her mouth until it had fully detumesced. She slipped it out and held it while she gave his arsehole and balls a final lick and suck, then she kissed its cummy head.

"Thank you, Professor," she said finally, "for your tasty gift."

"Oh, you're welcome, Emily."

Emily was indebted to Professor Sanders. He had opened her eyes to the many other ways cum could be gifted from a man to a woman and that insight had made her doctoral research much more powerful and complete. The professor and his friends had taught her so much intellectually and physically. Their teachings had delightfully corrupted Emily from a smart but sexually naive girl into a brilliant girl who loved nothing more than to be filled with cock and cum.

"What do you think?" she asked him.

"Oh, Emily," he said smiling, "it felt so good as always."

"No," she said laughing, "my thesis, Professor."

"Oh," he said smiling and enjoying the comedy of his misunderstanding. "It's brilliant, of course. Almost complete. I only have two comments."

"What are they?"

"One, the section on the gift of strangers needs a little strengthening and two, your suggestion for future research..."

"Yes?"

"Well, Emily, watersports are a little polarising. I see the analogy between piss and cum and I like that you are thinking ahead like that, but you would need to consider how the Ethics Committee would view such a proposal. It might seem a little 'radical' to some people."

"Do you think they won't approve it?" Emily looked a little disappointed.

"I think they probably will, but you will have to discuss it with them before the paper is submitted. Dean Bean, the dean of the faculty, chairs the Ethics Committee. I will show him your paper and I suggest you meet with him before it is finally submitted. Just to smooth the way, you know."

"Yes, that makes sense. I appreciate you help, Professor Sanders. Thank you."

"It's my job and its been a very rewarding job to, um, work with you, Emily."

"What are your thoughts about the gift of strangers? I did think that I had finished that section."

"I think you need some practical experience with total strangers to refine your analysis. A university is a small community and most faculty members will be at least slightly familiar and feel a 'safe' sexual choice. And university dons are hardly a representative sample of society, are they? You know, in Ancient Greece the stranger was always greatly honoured by the host, because the host could never be sure who the stranger arriving at his door, might be. Might he be some god in disguise, or a great hero on a difficult journey, or someone far less honourable? The consequnces of poor hospitality were serious. You should learn to honour strangers in that same spirit, Emily, with that uncertainty, too. It will attach a certain edge and piquancy to the encounter. Experience what it's like to accept their gifts of cum however and wherever these strangers wish to bestow it. Afterwards, you will be wiser, your analysis more insightful and you will be more cognisant of the many mental and physical factors at play in human sexuality."

"But how can I do that?"

"Well, I will take you somewhere one evening, away from the university and you can let yourself be fucked by whoever comes along, young old, clean, dirty."

"It sounds kind of thrilling. Where are these places?" While listening, her nipples had contracted, small and dark against her bronze skin.

"I'm glad to see that you're interested. Leave the details to me. Let's give it a go soon, so you can quickly finalise your paper."

"Sounds good."

"Anything else I can do for you, while you're here?"

"Well, Professor Sanders, I can think of one thing."

"Oh, yes, Emily? And what is that?"

"Um, is Steely Dan around by any chance."

He laughed.

"Yes, he is in the bedroom. I had a first year undergrad over for some counselling yesterday. I'll go and get him."

Steely Dan was Professor Sanders' chrome dildo. He had first used it to fuck Emily a few months ago. Emily had enjoyed it. It seemed that she would always have a soft spot for the fuck of a hard steel dildo.

When Professor Sanders returned, Emily was laying on the desk with her feet placed near her bum, legs apart, the complex, beautiful manifold of her young fleshy cunt in full view.

"You look so sweet like that, Emily."

"Thank you, Professor. Are you going to record this?"

Professor Sanders liked to video his experiments for future reference and study. He also ran a channel on PrawnNub where videos of Emily were very popular. Videoing now would mean extra, unplanned work for him, editing, tagging, uploading and his timetable was already overloaded, but the professor understood the onerous work was valuable. He knew from the feedback that his videos filled a need, helped many men less fortunate than him, who didn't have an Emily, had never fucked an Emily, yet who craved a young girl like her to fuck, debase and ruin. The channel helped satisfy natural urges safely, privately, not in the real world, but in the fantasy world inside the viewers' heads. Interestingly, quite a few women enjoyed them as well and he had made fruitful contact with a few. The thought came to him that these cohorts would make an interesting future research project for the right girl. He must discuss it with Dean Bean.

"OK," he agreed, "here, hold Dan while I set it up and get some lube."

Emily took Dan and began to lick and suck it lovingly. Her relationship was quite intense with him now. She loved his coldness, hardness, smoothness and length. Plus, she enjoyed the effect it had on the professors when they used it on her or when she demonstrated Steely Dan's ability to penetrate her cunt like a torpedo to them.

"All set up and recording," Professor Sanders advised. "Now give that thing to me."

Emily removed Steely Dan from her mouth and handed it to him. While the professor lubed Dan, Emily spread her cunt open and fingered herself.

"There we go," he said as it slipped coldly inside her neat slick cunt. Emily was tiny, but she accommodated Steely Dan with ease.

"Oh, Danny," Emily sighed, "you naughty boy! Welcome home."

As he reamed and twisted the metal bullet in the passage of Emily's cunt, Professor Sanders thought about the passage of time. It was almost a year ago now, when he had been assigned as Emily's doctoral supervisor. Dean Bean had forcefully encouraged him to take her on. When he had first met her, Emily was a shy, modest, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth post-grad. He had been attracted to her immediately, of course, because she was so pure, beautiful and her body looked much younger than her actual age of mid-twenties. The challenge of corrupting her was hard to say turn down.

Slowly, he had won Emily's confidence, aided by the sexual nature of her doctoral thesis he had slyly suggested. With time and the aid of Steely Dan and some of his professorial colleagues, he had gradually defiled her to the point where he could fuck her however he wanted, any time. He had skilfully played on Emily's own latent perversions, over time, as far as he could, anyway. It was a wonderful achievement to have polluted her so thoroughly, to do that to someone so happy, young, beautiful, innocent and intelligent as Emily was a dream come true. In retrospect, he had been surprised by how quickly Emily caved into her own darkside, but there was no doubt that the end result was a credit to his grooming skills and bedside manner. Emily was his most brilliant student and his favourite slut, his most successful debasement ever and he had debased a few students in his time. His final objective was to make Emily available to anyone, in any environment; someone who just responded automatically to any cock in a purely Pavlovian way, regardless of whose cock it was or when or where. Having Emily used by strangers was the final perversion in Professor Sanders' curriculum of debauchery and he it looked forward to it happening soon. Of course, Emily would enjoy it, too. She was his slut after all and she already valued being fucked. She even loved being fucked by a hunk of cold metal.

He pounded Steely Dan up her tight, post-graduate cunt. Emily's eyes were closed and her mouth open, sighing. He sometimes thought that she imagined that Steely Dan was her boyfriend. There was a hole Steely hadn't been up. He was pretty big. But, hey, why not today?

He let her drive the dildo in her own cunt while he lubed her arsehole. She would probably expect a fingering there, anyway. So he gave her shit hole a good fingering. Her arse took fingers easily now. So why not Steely Dan? He withdrew Dan from her cunt and looked at the chrome all covered in Emily's slime. He gave it to her to lick before he thickly coated it with lube and quickly pushed it into the brown bullseye of her arse. A nice cool surprise for her!

"Oh, god," was Emily's startled cry, her eyes wide open all of a sudden.

"Just relax," he soothed, "you know Steely Dan will make you feel good, Emily. Dan just wants to fuck you up your shit hole, like all the other men have."

Emily shifted, her eyes scrunched up, in order to get comfortable. Professor Sanders worked his tool with deft pushes and twists, until the slippery chrome dildo slid further into her arsehole. He could see her tense nervousness slowly ebb away as she gradually adjusted and finally relaxed; then he began to move Dan to and fro, always deeper. Fucking her up the arse with the steel dildo! Another milestone. Emily was visibly enjoying it now. She definitely had a special connection with Steely Dan. He would check the tide mark on Steely Dan later, but Emily was taking him deep in her arse. That dildo, he could do no wrong.

Professor Sanders made sure that he had good video of Steely Dan ravaging Emily's arse. There would be lots of likes for this when he uploaded it to PrawnNub, he mused. When he thought it had been long enough, he leaned forward and licked her clit. The taste and smell of Emily's sex was so familiar to him. He even knew how she liked it licked now: heartbeat rhythm, soft, flat tongue, with a gentle, light suction. He continued to fuck her anally with Steely Dan while licking her clit. Soon he observed the tell-tale signs of an approaching Emily-cum as they progessively appeared: the proud nipples, her hands white-knuckled as they tightened their grip on the edge of the desk, sweat beading on her chest, her flushed complexion and cunt, the deep rhythmic panting of her breathing, until her little body tensed and her hips finally arched off the table. It was just after the convex arching of her torso had been held in its yoga pose for a short time, that her body started to rumble and quake with a satisfyingly deep and prolonged climax. Her fuck reward rattled around inside her small body for some time, like rolling thunder echoes around the sky. She looked so cute, naked, tiny, her body spasming to the erratic rhythms of her underground cum-convulsions. It's what she lived for, now. The little slut.

Professor Sanders kindly let her rest before taking her into the bathroom to clean her up. He noticed her watching him from the bath as he pissed. Some of her perversions were hers alone. Dean Bean would probably enjoy meeting her very much. Dean Bean's tastes were very different from his own, too.

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Emily had never been in Professor Sanders' car before. His new Vulvo was very comfortable. He loved getting into a cockpit of a Vulvo. They drove through the city into a light industrial area, not far from the airport, down near the river.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Just a place I know. It will be a good spot for you to meet strangers and accept their gift. Remember you are here to experience this for your thesis, so you should not refuse the gift of anyone, wherever they choose to bestow it."

"Yes, Professor. Have you been here before?"

"A few times. I first read about it on the interweb. I find that it's a good place to bring some of the undergrads, when their development plan calls for it."

They pulled into a poorly lit parking lot. A few cars were parked in the car spaces, scattered wide apart. The professor parked his car and turned off the lights.

"Hopefully a few strangers will be around, Emily. It can be a bit hit and miss some evenings."

"What do we do?"

"Just sit and wait for a while. See what comes up."

They sat quietly; a Chopin mazurka played softly dissonant on the sound system. After a long while, a man stepped out of his car and walked towards the amenities but on a trajectory that brought him closer to the professor's car than strictly needed.

"Checking out the new arrival, maybe," the Professor whispered, as the stranger walked by and discreetly glimpsed in at Emily.

"Good, let's give him some encouragement when he comes back," Professor Sanders suggested and leaned over and began to unbutton Emily's blouse. Her young tits were soon exposed and the Professor ran his had over the smooth skin of Emily's tiny teats and pulled on the nipples. "Take it off," he said and Emily did so. He placed her top carefully on the back seat.

Soon enough, the man walked back, this time much closer to the professor's car. He stopped, looking in at the topless Emily. Professor Sanders pressed the button to lower Emily's window. The man could clearly see her naked torso. Emily sat calmly in her seat. The professor began rubbing her right tit and the man approached the open window.

He stood at the window looking at the beautiful young woman being groped by her much older companion. Tentatively, he put his hand in the window and began to help himself to Emily's left tit. He was older, too, mostly white hair but he looked able enough. The two men twisted her small teats and pulled on them, like she was a cow being milked. Emily had never done anything like this before. Her nipples were sensitive and it felt so dirty. And this stranger could be anyone. How erotic it was!

The tit groping continued for several minutes until the man stood back and looked around. Then he moved closer and stood by the car door. His pelvis filled the window space and he undid his zip and pulled out his cock. It was nearly hard and fringed with wiry, white pubic hair.

Emily looked at the cut cock hanging near her face and then at the professor.

"He wants to thank you for letting him play with your tits, Emily," Professor Sanders explained in a whisper. "He wants to gift you his cum. He wants you to suck him off."

Emily let it sink in for a few seconds before she turned to face the stranger's cock. She never knew public places such as existed. It was a revelation for her. The offered cock was starting to droop a little and he shook it at her in encouragement. She took it her right hand and felt it and the balls under it. It felt heavy and warm. She leaned her face towards it and licked its slit. She heard the stranger sigh and felt his cock swell in her hand. The situation was working its magic on Emily, as well. She realised how erotic it was to accept a gift like this, in public, from a complete stranger. She couldn't resist the urge and slipped the hard cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked him as best she could through the car window. He started to move his hips and the Professor held Emily's head still to allow him to better fuck her in the mouth. They could hear him huffing and gasping and before long there came a loud groan and the suggestive throbs of his cock, as it poured his cum-gift in Emily's mouth.

He quickly withdrew his sticky member and stuffed it back in his pants. He went back to his car and soon drove off.

Emily had fresh cum leaking from her mouth, "But I didn't get a chance to thank him for his gift!"

"It's OK," Professor Sanders soothed her, handing her a tissue.

"That was so exciting!" Emily said her eyes lit up by the dirty eroticism of the activity. "And his cum tasted so nice!"

Professor Sanders laughed. They waited some time before he started the engine. They had seen no-one else. The Vulvo smoothly reversed out from its parking bay.

"Oh, is that it?" Emily asked as she reached behind for her blouse.

"It's very quiet here tonight but we have one other place to visit, Emily. And don't bother putting your top back on. You won't need it."

"Where are we going to now?"

"A club. It's called 'Club Chi-squared'. I think you will like it."

"Why is called that?"

"It used to be called 'Club Chi', but I think they realised that statistically, the hypothesis that most men in the area would visit it at least once was true."