Emily and the Professor

There was a knock on the door to Professor Sanders' apartment. His apartment was on the second floor of a elegant, stately building in a quieter part of the university campus.

"Coming," Professor Sanders called. He looked at the time on his uPad before standing up from his desk. He put his cock back inside his pants and closed the undergrad channel he ran on PrawnNub, a site on the interweb. Calm, he moved to the door of his apartment. He looked through the spyhole. As expected, a young woman in her early 20's was standing in the hallway. She held a black computer backpack and had a large shoulder bag slung over her right shoulder. She was dressed simply, in a modest, unassuming way, in a neat tank top and a short skirt. Her hair was honey golden and braided into thick plaits. "Ah," Professor Sanders said to himself, "it's Emily." Emily was Professor Sanders' post-grad student whom he was supervising while she completed her doctoral thesis.

He opened the door.

"Hello, Professor!" Her voice was mellow and cheery.

"Emily," he said smiling, "please come in."

She stepped inside and hung her shoulder bag on a hook near the door with easy familiarity and then proceeded automatically towards the study. As she walked she began unzipping the backpack she was holding.

Professor Sanders, was in his late fifties and still quite fit. People said he looked distinguished and had charisma, whatever that was. He was never sure about those things. He admiringly observed the smooth movements of his student's lithe body. Emily was small, but she worked out and had a good figure. She had small tits he thought, almost none, which for him was a plus, especially in young women. He greatly admired how all of her other bits fitted together so nicely: she was a perfect package of young, natural, unspoiled womanhood. Emily was also extremely smart. He hesitated to use the word "brilliant" just yet, but it might be justified with Emily.

"Sorry that I'm a little late, Professor," she explained smiling, "I was working on my thesis and I lost track of time."

"That's alright, Emily. No harm done, but you need to have some breaks from study, too, you know. Some fun and recreation. I don't want my brightest student to burn herself out."

She laughed, "Don't worry, I won't. Have you had a chance to read the latest draft of chapter three?"

"Yes, I have. You have some very good ideas, I must say."

Emily had removed the slim laptop from its bag and was setting it up on the desk in the study. The screen glowed and pages with closely typed text appeared.

"Your idea of the male's sublimation of his thanks towards his partner for intercourse into the gift of his cum is very original and I believe has real merit. Your argument is very persuasive."

"Thank you, Professor." Again she smiled.

"I can see a whole research team and program being built around the idea and there would be plenty of funding for it, I am sure. I can imagine the faculty being quite supportive of the idea."

"Wow! That is so exciting! Do you really think so?"

"Yes, I do. It could be the start of a major academic career, too, if you want one. But let's not put the cart before the horse. You have done some very good work, but it is still in the early stages. I have some concern with some of the language you use, for example."

"Oh, really," Emily seemed disappointed, not smiling. "It's still draft. I can change it."

"Terminology will be important for a paper such as this. Definitions of terms and consistent use of words and phrases will help clarify the ideas for the reader, as well as for the writer. Some of the ideas are delicate, to say the least, so we must be careful not to offend or be misinterpetted."

"What should I do, do you think, Professor?"

"Well, Emily, I'd suggest you first develop a glossary and include it in the next draft. And use the terms you define in the glossary consistently throughout your paper. It's a good practice; it will help your own thinking a great deal."

"Yes, OK, Professor, that is a good suggestion. Can you give me an example, though, of an area that needs tightening up?"

"Well, one example that comes to mind straight away is your use of the term 'cunt'. It's used quite colloquially, that is to say ambiguously, I think. Sometimes it appears to mean 'vulva' and at other times 'vagina', for example."

"Yes, I see what you mean."

"And some of the descriptive phrasing needs work, too. I mean, yes, cocks do get hard, but they aren't at all like the steel rods you describe. You sounded like you were getting carried away. You need more nuanced language."

"What should I do? Can you help me, then?"

"Well, Emily, I can't suggest the words you use, this has to be your original work, but I can suggest research avenues for you to pursue and things for you to try that may improve the power of your writing and provide insights into your research, if you would like."

"Oh, yes, please! Thank you, Professor Sanders."

"My pleasure, Emily. I am very keen to see where this research leads and to see you succeed."

"Me, too. So I should use something other than 'steel rod', you think?"

"Yes, I do. It is a little bit of a cliché and really calls to mind the worst writing of the porn world."

"Well, what should I say?"

"As I mentioned, I cannot put the words in your mouth, but I can help expand your experiences. Have you ever used a Steely Dan, Emily? A steel dildo?"

"Professor!" Both of Emily's hands converged to her mouth in horror.

"Emily," Professor Sanders admonished, "don't be overly sensitive or concerned here. You are in a safe place here. Our work here is the search for knowledge, not the creation of pornography. Your research touches on some delicate matters. Please don't be so prudish and middle class."

"I'm sorry, Professor," Emily's eyes were downcast. "It was just..."

"Forget about it. But the question remains, Emily. Have you used a steel dildo?"

"No."

"Yet you write about them metaphorically in an academic paper. You are not writing a novel. This is a thesis for your doctorate. Your future academic career rests on this paper and its reception. Everything in it must be based on referenced knowledge or experience."

"Yes, I see. I understand, Professor."

"Well, Emily, I can help you, if you wish. I happen to have a steel dildo here. I keep it to use on the undergrads. If you would like to learn about how it feels, I am happy to assist. I cannot put words in your mouth, but I can put other things in there."

"Thank you! Yes, Professor! I have so much to learn."

"I do admire your enquiring mind, Emily. Curiousity is an essential quality in a good researcher and scientist. Let me fetch Steely Dan and then we can conduct some experiments."

The professor left the study; Emily, a little nervous, sat on a chair near the desk. He reappeared a few minutes later holding a small ice bucket and an object shaped like a long, sleek bullet. It was shiny and appeared to be made of polished chrome. He gave it to Emily to examine. It was about twelve inches in length, quite heavy and although thick, it could be easily grasped in one hand. It's surface was like a mirror. Emily could see her reflection in it, although her image was distorted by the curvature of its cylindrical body. It felt cold and hard in her hand. Unforgiving.

"It's so sculptural and beautiful. And so hard, Professor," Emily observed. "And bigger than I expected."

"Most young women can take it easily, in my experience," the professor replied. "It's chief differences with respect to other prostheses are its hardness, its stiffness and its thermal properties. It does not contour to, or compromise within a body cavity and its temperature can vary above and below normal body temperature. It can feel cold inside your cunt at first, for example, although I assure you that it soon warms up."

"I'm not sure I would like something so cold and hard up my cunt. It's quite tight in there, you know. I might get a headache from the cold, like when I eat ice cream too quickly."

"I don't think so," he replied dryly, unsurprised about Emily's confession of being tight-cunted. It was almost to be expected in one so young and so petite.

"A lot of the undergrads, although not all, really enjoy it. And Steely Dan can help ease tightness, too, in some cases. I think it is just something one has to try for oneself, with an open mind."

"Yes, probably."

Emily had been closely examining the dildo in her hands as they chatted.

"Shall we try an experiment?"

Emily nodded, not sure what to expect and handed the long silver bullet back to the professor.

"And since this is an experiment, Emily, would you mind if I video record it, so we can look at the results objectively at a later time?"

"No, of course not, Professor."

"Excellent."

Professor Sanders positioned the netcam, attached by a cable to his computer, at a good angle and started recording the video images onto his computer. The blue recording light was visible.

"First, let's try oral."

The professor rubbed the shaft of Steely Dan against Emily's cheeks and then placed the rounded tip of Steely Dan against her lips.

"Feel it's coolness?"

Emily nodded, yes. The professor inserted the steel dildo into Emily's receptive mouth.

"Open your mouth and try sucking on it... Yes, that's it. Good girl. Rub your tongue against its hard shaft. Try to taste it. Feel it with your lips... That's it. Excellent."

Professor Sanders watched as the young student sucked the metal cock. Her lips gripped it tightly and it moved in her mouth as her tongue played with it. The professor noted Emily's nipples protruding slightly under her top. His cock stirred approvingly in his pants as he watched her reactions. Satisfied, he slid the metal prosthesis out. It was wet with Emily's saliva. The professor cleaned it off and sat it in the ice bucket.

"Let's chill it a little before we try it again. How did you find it?"

"It was very hard and rigid. I really liked licking its smooth surface though."

"Interesting," Professor Sanders withdrew Steely Dan from the ice bucket. A light mist of condensation had formed on its bullet-shaped head to about halfway along its length. "Try it again, Emily. This time I will move it backwards and forwards in your mouth. See what you think."

Emily opened her mouth and allowed the professor to re-insert Steely Dan. She closed her lips around it as it slid inside inside her mouth. Her tongue felt its shape, smoothness and its chill. The professor gently began sliding it back and forth in his young student's mouth. Gradually, the movements became longer and a little faster.

"Very good," he said approvingly.

Emily's nipples re-emerged under her tight top. Her legs fell apart slightly. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair.

"Nice. Why don't you control it, Emily. And maybe look into the camera while you do it, so we can capture your reaction."

Emily took hold of Steely Dan's metal end and began to move it gently in and out of her mouth. Professor Sanders observed keenly. Her breathing became heavier and her thrusts deeper and faster. Occasionally, she would pause thrusting it in her mouth and simply suck the hard metal cock and play with it against her tongue. Her skirt had slid up. The professor noted with satisfaction the wet patch on the gusset of her white knickers. Her nipples were standing proud under her neat fitting tank top, which moulded over her small tits.

When the professor thought Emily had sufficient practice he placed his hands on the dildo and gently eased it out of Emily's hungry mouth. He wasn't sure if she looked relieved or disappointed. He placed Steely Dan in the ice bucket.

"How was that, Emily?"

"Um, so good. Surprisingly good, really. The chill was kind of thrilling. I found it a fun challenge to warm it up with my whole mouth and the stiffness is so exciting in a way. Much stiffer than anyone's real one. And feeling something so heavy and strong... When you really needed something hard and fast it would be hard to beat."

"Good to hear you enjoyed Steely Dan fucking your mouth, Emily. It looked like you were enjoying it, from where I stood."

"I was." She smiled sheepishly, shyly and blushed a little. So cute.

"So did I. But the drawback with Steely Dan is that there is no gift of cum for all of the work done. Let's try something else so you can compare it against."

Emily nodded and the Professor Sanders ran his index and middle finger along the bow curve of her lips. It wasn't what she was expecting. Without much ado, he pushed them into Emily's mouth. She took them without protest, happily even. The professor very much enjoyed the sensation of his fingers plunging into the warm wetness of Emily's young mouth. He could feel her gentle suction on them, urging them to probe deeper. Her tongue was soft and firm as it moved over and between his fingers, tasting them as they began to finger-fuck her mouth. He looked at her young face with her mouth full of his fingers and their eyes met. So beautiful. He ensured his fingers probed deep so he could judge how far to safely go with his cock when he faced fucked her in a few minutes time.

"Pull your top up, Emily, so we can catch how your body is reacting on the video."

Emily slipped the white top above her small breasts but did not remove it. There was visual evidence that Emily wore a small triangular bikini top at the beach. Light-toned honey flesh surrounded tiny dark brown nipple islands. Her teats were really very tiny fatty mounds. Her legs fell further apart, the wetness clearly visible. Her hands strayed to her nipples, caressing and pinching them.

The professor ensured the camera angle was good before reluctantly, he removed his fingers from the soft, sweet fuck hole of Emily's mouth.

"How was that compared to the dildo?"

Emily was a little flustered. "Very different. Your fingers were warm and I could get my tongue around and between them, also they can bend so it is much more sensual, I'd say, less brutal, more intimate and personal."

"I think a lot of the undergrads enjoy their mouth being finger-fucked. It's something they don't always think to try by themselves. It can be very sexy and erotic. It did appear you were getting off having your mouth finger-fucked, Emily."

"Sorry. I..." Emily, blushed again and made a move to cover her tits.

"No apology needed and leave your tits out Emily, so their changes can be captured on video and so I can see them and have them within reach."

She ceased trying to cover her little nippled bulges and folded her hands in her lap.

"Did you prefer having your mouth fingered more than Steely Dan fucking it?"

"In a way, yes, but I think sometimes something hard and brutal might be just what I need." Emily's eyes briefly glanced to Steely Dan who was just chilling in the ice bucket.

"Hmm, I see. Horses for courses."

Professor Sanders moved over and stood in front of her. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his long, thick, cut dick like he was going to piss all over her. Emily was surprised at herself for thinking it and even more surprised by her wondering what it would be like of he did. Professor Sanders' cock was semi-hard.

"Let's try this, now, shall we?"

Before he could finish his sentence Emily had reached out and seized the professor's cock. She felt its weight, warmth, texture in her hands. She leaned her face down and kissed it tenderly. She slipped the professor's cock into her mouth as far as she could. It felt warm and soft although she could feel it already beginning to tumesce in response to her young mouth. She sucked it a few times then let it slip out. She could see how much bigger her mouth had made it already. Hungrily, she undid the professor's belt, then the button at the top of the professor's pants. She pulled them down to his knees.

Emily pressed Professor Sanders' big cock against his body so that she could suck on his shaved ballsac and kiss his much older body. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock's shaft, over the frenulum and glans. When the professor could resist no longer he grabbed his dick from her and shoved it roughly in-between her lips and deep into her mouth.

"Yes!" he cried with the satisfaction of finally having his big, old dick in young Emily's mouth and he started to fuck her young face with vigour, "that's the girl."

The professor looked down and saw the young girl with her mouth full of his thick meat. Her lips dragged along the shaft when he reversed direction. Her tongue played with his frenulum and the head of what was now a very hard cock.

Professor Sanders placed his hands behind her head in her thick blonde hair. He pushed her face towards him as he fucked her mouth and face as brutally and as deeply as he dared. What a talented young student! Emily had started rubbing her pussy through her white knickers. The professor spun the chair so her young, lithe, spread legs were in view of the camera. He put his hand under the leg hole of her panties and roughly pulled them across, ripping them and exposing her delicate young cunt to view.

The perfectly shaped lips of Emily's young cunt came together in a line of perfect symmetry. Her labia were wet with the slimy cunt juice that oozed out of her hidden hole and thoughtfully provided the sensual lubrication that was needed by cocks to fuck her. The knot of her clitoral hood was visible. Emily looked good enough to fuck. He pushed her legs apart as far as possible for the camera and sat her on the edge of the chair. He rubbed her clitoral hood and jammed a few fingers into the labial folds of her cunt, searching for the hole. He found it eventually and its warmth and wetness welcomed him. Yes, Emily did have a tight little cunt. "Let's try to ease that tightness," he thought.

He reached for Steely Dan, it was very cold now and wet with condensation. He slipped his dick back into her mouth. Reaching down, he pointed the bullet head of the steel against her cunt. He tried to force the cold metal dildo into her cunt but again had difficulty locating the hole. Emily's hands came to guide him and soon her cunt was full of cold hard steel to bursting. She gasped at the sensation of chilling cold steel deep inside her hot, tight, young cunt.

Professor Sanders now fucked her roughly with the steel tool as he rammed his own cock deep into her mouth as best he could. Emily took up the dildo, fucking herself roughly. She was getting off on the icy chill of the cold steel in her steamy cunt and enjoying how the heat of her young body was battling Steely Dan's coldness. Professor Sanders used his freed hands to molest the delightfully small tits and pull hard on the dark brown cherries of her nipples.

Professor Sanders was close to giving Emily his gift of cum. He slipped his dick out of the young student's mouth. He looked at her: young, early twenties, tank top pulled over her small tits, skirt pulled up, panties ripped, fucking herself up the cunt with a cold steel dildo, a very smart, nice young girl getting in touch with her inner slut. Just how he liked them.

He removed his pants and ensured Emily saw his erection. Professor Sanders was proud of his cock, a little vain, even, proud of its ability to stiffen, to give him pleasure and to fuck others. Emily smiled at his display, with Steely Dan well embedded in her pelvis. She felt proud that a man's desire for her could summon up his cock, proud that the cocks of men would stand at attention in order to pleasure her.

Eagerly now he knelt between the goddess's spread legs. He let her fuck herself a few more times, then he pulled out a now warm Steely Dan, dripping with mucus and replaced it with his own hard cock up her cunt hole. Emily felt his rapid entry and gasped. He felt so different to Steely Dan. He fucked brutally into the small girl's cunt, leaning imposingly over her. She was so fucking tight! His balls mounted high, he stiffened and fired all of his jets of cum deep up the cunt of his little student. Fuck! What a fuck she was! He must get others to try her as well.