A Professor Is Blacmailed

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CHAPTER TWO - MISTAKEN IDENTITY

Kerri was 28 years of age and nothing like this had ever happened to her. She lived a sheltered life and devoted much of her time to her teaching duties at the college. The dilemma now facing Kerri started a few weeks ago when one of her students found out about the one unfortunate indiscretion in her life. He was now blackmailing her into doing things that were truly degrading for someone who held a high position of authority.

Sky smiled with satisfaction, as his plan to shame and humiliate Kerri was working to perfection. He made Kerri get her nipples and pussy pierced and he now planned to use this to its full advantage. He had to admit that she was a truly beautiful woman and at 5'5", blonde with stunning boobs, she attracted the eye of every guy in her classes. In fact, her sexy appearance was envied by most of the girls as well. Her conservative attire along with the dark rimmed glasses only added to the alluring facade.

The pictures of that dreadful affair in Florida during spring break that showed up in her parent's mailbox had given Sky the advantage he needed. After trying to explain them to her mother, Kerri was not prepared to let it happen again. It made her shudder to think that she was under the control of a mysterious blackmailer and she didn't even know who it was. Try as she might, she wasn't able to ascertain who he was and his motive was still a little unclear.

She got a surprise one evening when she logged onto hotmail and checked her email account. "What will you wear?" was the subject line and it sent a chill up her spine. Reluctantly, she opened the mail and slowly read what it said.

'Tomorrow, you will wear the blouse I have carefully selected for you and you will find it at your back door,' she read. 'Please don't disappoint me, as I would hate to give your mother the actual movie of spring break. Besides, what would the faculty think if they saw it?' The note instantly filled her with utter helplessness and she merely stared at it in disbelief.

Rushing to the back door, Kerri found a small package stuffed between the screen door and back door. Her hands were shaking when she ripped it open and was confronted with a very sheer, black blouse. A small note was attached and it read, 'you will wear this blouse tomorrow at school so I hope you have something that goes with it?' Her eyes filled with tears and she read the last demoralizing line, which punctuated her dilemma. 'And don't wear anything under the blouse!'

Holding the blouse up, she noticed how sheer it was and her tummy churned realizing it would show almost everything. No, she just couldn't expose herself in this manner and she just had to find a way out. "How," she asked herself? "But how?"

Kerri fretted and agonized all evening at having to wear the revealing garment. She didn't sleep all that well either and by morning she was resigned to complying with the humiliating request in the note. Donning the blouse, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes opened wide at the brazen reflection and fear shot through her brain.

The two golden rings were very evident and glittered under the shear material. 'How can I get up in front of the class dressed in this manner,' she wondered. Time was getting late so she selected a dark suit, which matched the color of the revealing blouse and hurried off to work.

Her mind was in a quandary by the time she arrived at the college, as she went over and over the predicament. It really hit home when she noticed a tiny note stuck to her desk. 'By the way, make sure to remove your jacket!' She read the note again and again and then realized the severe extent of her dilemma.

Kerri reluctantly followed the ominous demand. She tried to hunch her shoulders to make the blouse less revealing, but her intended modesty was pointless. The class started and the hushed silence that came over the crowded classroom was deafening when she stood up to give her customary instructions. Always the ultimate professional teacher, the students were momentarily stunned by Kerri's outward display of recklessness. The rings shone like nuggets of pure gold and drew the eye of every student, male and female.

Jim watched the brave display by Kerri with dreamy admiration and his memory flashed back to his two encounters with her. The first was when he had sex for the first time without paying for it and the second when he took full advantage of the willing teacher. His cock throbbed, as it resembled a steel rod running down his thigh. Jim got hornier and reasoned he would need release of pent up tension after watching Kerri's big magnificent breasts during class.

The first few minutes felt like two hours. Kerri tried her best to conduct a worthwhile class, as she knew the gleaming metal was very obvious. She stammered and stuttered and her face turned every shade of red whenever she caught someone staring at her. There was no doubt in anyone's mind about the two enlarged nipples being pierced. The ends of her boobs pressed into the sheer material and a person would have to be blind to miss them. The golden rings dangled down and looked absolutely provocative to every male in the room.

Kerri fretted about her nipples being rock-hard and she didn't seem to be able to quiet the growing internal awakening in her stomach. The thought of being even the slightest bit aroused fill her with guilt and shame. It was true. She felt tiny twinges of exhilaration, which she reasoned should have been humiliation because of the students staring at her exposed treasures. Kerri was mortified by what she was forced to do, but for some strange reason the element of risk seemed to build an excitement rather than displeasure.

Jim sat at the back of the room and relished overhearing the zealous whispers of the nearby students. He schemed of a way to entice the attractive professor into his clutches so he could have another sexual encounter with her. Two things happened after class that embarrassed Kerri yet to her utter amazement they also inflamed her confused mind.

First one of her more courageous students, Ward, stopped by her desk to ask a couple of questions about the subject they had just covered. All the while he stood in front of her, his eyes never left her chest. A wide grin of devilment adorned his masculine face and she felt like slapping his face when he wouldn't look away. She somehow managed to control the impulse and found a way to answer his questions without lashing out at her student. What bothered her most was the intense quivering in her tummy that wouldn't seem to go away.

Kerri had never acted in such a daring manner and now she sat at her desk, facing a young student who probably thought she was a common slut. She answered his trivial questions and allowed his audacious actions to go unpunished. Ward no sooner departed when a female student approached Kerri under similar circumstances.

Wendy was a tomboy type who always maintained good grades and was a model student in Kerri's eyes. She approached the desk with a timid, apprehensive expression on her pretty face, but the girl quickly overcame her initial fear. "I wanted to see your absolutely gorgeous breasts up close, as they look divine with the piercings." Her voice was a mere whisper and so quiet that only Kerri could hear. "I've wanted to get mine done for a long time, but haven't worked up the courage to do it," Wendy admitted, as her expression conveyed intense longing and emotion.

Kerri's secure and flaccid life was about to take another radical twist. She had no inkling that Wendy was privileged to some of the incriminating evidence from Sky, but quickly found out how conniving he really was. Her blackmailer planned to use the girl to administer a humiliation above and beyond anything Kerri imagined. Wendy readily agreed to Jim's devious proposal once she found out that the one teacher she worshiped and fantasized about was the target of his clever scheme.

Kerry merely sat still and stared at the girl. "Sky has informed me of certain things and he wants me to see your other piercing," she whispered, making sure no one else could hear. Her voice was steady and she appeared very confident. "I know students aren't allowed in the staff washrooms, but you can take me there just this once," Wendy said to her bewildered teacher.

"Aaah, ah, I can't..." Kerri whispered, but was instantly cut off by the student.

"Well... aren't you going to show me your desirable pussy or do I inform everyone about the Florida movies," Wendy asked and then took control before Kerri could recover. She turned and walked a few steps in the direction of the door before facing Kerri again. "I won't ask again!"

Wendy wheeled and left the room. Suddenly Kerri felt a great sense of vulnerability and her feet started moving all by themselves. Slowly she followed the tall slim girl out of the room and noticed her standing several feet down the hallway. When she took a step towards the girl, Wendy quickly headed towards the staff washroom. Kerri followed and noticed that the girl almost looked like a boy from behind, as she was slim without a noticeable waistline and her jeans and blouse looked like any boys' outfit.

Wendy reached the washroom and held the door open. Kerri didn't dare look at the girl and she was struck by the feeling that she had just been conquered. With a slight wave of her hand, Wendy indicated that her slave enter the dungeon, which spurred a last minute plea. "Please, don't make me go in there," Kerri whispered and let out a whimper of desperation. "Please... please."

The girl's glare revealed no mercy and it was one of total dominance. Wendy held the washroom door open and waved her hand again. Kerri slowly entered and all hope seemed lost when the loud click of the door locking behind her echoed through the small room. "Please, don't make me do anything," she pleaded.

The domineering student stared at her and took a step in Kerri's direction. "You walked around all day purposely exposing your pierced nipples to everyone and now it's time to pay the price," the girl stated.

"No, don't do anything to me," Kerri repeated, as there was no forgiving on the girl's face. Wendy remained stoic, but Kerri tried one more time. "Please, don't."

"Do you know what I think?"

"No... no."

"If a person walks around and acts like a floozy, then I think she should be treated like one."

The girl stepped closer and Kerri felt the hot whiffs of her breathing wash across her flushed cheek. "Please, I... no, I didn't do it on purpose," she whispered.

"I have wanted to get my nipples pierced, but just haven't had the courage. Yours look very attractive and I've wanted to touch them all day," Wendy replied, completely ignoring Kerri's pleas. Then she grabbed Kerri's chin and held her face so she could stare into the teary eyes. When the fingers of her other hand sneaked to the top button of her see-through blouse, Wendy grinned and moved her fingers.

Kerri tried to breathe but found it almost impossible to get enough air. Her muscles seemed frozen and she couldn't stop the fingers. She allowed the younger woman to undo the buttons one at a time until the last button gave way. Her breathing quickened in anticipation, as the girl opened the blouse and the cool air washed over her bare chest.

The entire scene was so daring, so wrong yet Kerri was captivated by the powerful effect. She fought the urge to glance down, as the cool air hit her suddenly exposed flesh, and simply stood motionless waiting for Wendy to act. Kerri remained puzzled by the overpowering assault and she tried to calm the rapidly building emotion and doubt.

Wendy was filled with confidence. She held the intimidating stare and moved her fingers to the glorious nipples. Her nails lightly raked the swollen areolas and slyly evaded the already hardened buds. She drew tantalizing circles around the pierced nipples and then she flicked the golden rings in teasing fashion, which resulted in three or four desperate moans escaping Kerri's throat. The pained expression on the teacher's pretty face gave the student even more confidence, as she freely molested both tits.

When the question came, Kerri was stunned by the damning request. "Do you mind if I kiss them," the student asked. Without another word, Wendy dropped to the golden riches and eagerly sucked one of the rosebuds into her steamy mouth. She was a young woman with much experience and she rolled the nipple ring with her tongue. Every loving caress brought a mixture of joy and unwillingness to Kerri's mind, which quickly turned the uncertainty into lust.

A virgin to another woman's caresses, Kerri fought the urge to run, as the rising desire quickly eroded her innocence. "No, no, no," she mumbled over and over. Her resistance was because she was taught to resist such temptation and not because she wanted Wendy to stop. The sensations were new to her, which overwhelmed any chance she had of fighting off the overbearing student. The humiliation caused her flesh to blush with shame, as she allowed the molestation to continue in the school washroom without a meaningful struggle.

Wendy felt ultimate power and mastery from forcing the beautiful teacher to succumb to her wishes and demands. She was the consummate dyke, but all of her experiences had been with girls her own age. Tasting a real woman for the first time was extremely rewarding and built an inferno deep inside her belly. The illustrious treasures were nothing like those of the teenage girls she had been with and Kerri's tits had a soft velvety resilience, which made them erotic and sexy.

Dousing the flames was foremost on Wendy's lust-filled mind. She gave the big titties a tongue-lashing, which likely could be heard in the next county. The obscene gestures by her young student should have angered Kerri, but they aroused her instead. Kerri never understood why she didn't struggle against the degrading assault, as Wendy backed her up against the washroom wall until she was pinned and unable to move. Her eyes glazed over and she stared straight awaiting the girl's next move.

Wendy brought her head up and stared into Kerri's eyes. She asked permission with a mere look and then lowered her lips to kiss the timorous teacher. Instantly her tongue darted out and split the lips to find the submissive tongue. The kissed heated up in a teasing manner and then the stronger soon took over. Wendy kissed her teacher and demonstrated how much she lusted for her sexy body.

The kiss was like no other and Kerri was quickly overcome by the intensity. She arched her back and spread her legs in a vulgar fashion because it was what the dominating student demanded. Wendy's hand slithered between the shapely feminine bodies and reached for the bottom hem of Kerri's skirt. She grabbed the material with an upward motion and pulled the hem all the way up to Kerri's slim waist.

When her lower extremities were exposed in a brazen naughty manner, Kerri almost fainted. The fingers were like a burning poker, as they brushed across her silky skin before resting just above her panties. Wendy pinched the elastic waistband with her fingertips and felt the teacher's hips jerk violently, but then hold still in perfect compliance.

The fingers dipped under the lacy garment and Kerri tightened her stomach muscles, as if giving the student more space. Her breathing stopped in expectation and she realized what the student would do next. Wendy's face lit up with a satisfied smile when the shapely thighs spread and made room for her hand. Her fingers dipped and suddenly they were covered with a vast wetness that gave her a sense of control.

Wendy knew from the conversation with Sky what to expect. She searched and found the dainty ring between the soaked pussy-lips. When she seized the ring with her finger and thumb and used a twisting action, it brought a cry of protest from Kerri. The cry was not so much a protest, but more of dismay that she felt like submitting to the blackmailing student. Tiny spasms deep inside her loins quickly turned into large tremors that threatened to overwhelm any struggle.

When the fingers pinched the raw clitoris, the explosion made her beg. "Please, please... oh, please," Kerri moaned, praying for strength and expecting to tell the student to stop. "Oh please, you're... oh, you're touching my clit... oh gawd, my clit... no, no."

Somehow they wound up in the washroom cubicle and there wasn't much room. Wendy pushed her into a corner and forced one of Kerri's legs upward so that her foot rested on the toilet seat. "You know what you have to do," she whispered? "Sky told me what his adorable teacher would do to keep me quiet."

The humiliation and degradation of it all inflamed Kerri's naïve mind. She realized what it would take to stop Wendy's blackmail and a shudder rocked her entire body, as she surrendered. The student recaptured her clitty and then finger-fucked her without any hesitation. An orgasm welled deep inside and washed over her body with lightning speed. Kerri knew it was immoral and that she would regret it later, but she couldn't stop the tidal wave when it flooded her soul.

Her mind was totally consumed and Kerri thrust her hips at the demanding fingers with all her might, as the climax soared over the summit. She was oblivious to the fact that she kissed and devoured Wendy's hot tongue with a passion that amazed her student. Feeling the womanly juices coat her fingers, Wendy was filled with immense satisfaction and punished Kerri's body with all of her learned lesbian skills.

Throughout her whole childhood, Kerri wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. All of a sudden she was enlightened. Kerri was still in dreamland when she was awakened by a whisper in her ear. "I want to fuck your little pussy... make your body come alive when I fuck you with my tongue," Wendy said, making Kerri's body go rigid in fear. "Have you ever had sex with a woman before?"

Kerri was shocked and didn't know what to do, as the girl stared into her eyes. "No," she replied timidly. She tried to quell the intense butterflies in her stomach, as the eyes bored into her delicate mind. The prior supremacy displayed by Wendy when she forced her to succumb made Kerri helpless against the overbearing student.

Wendy was far too shrewd for the submissive teacher and she planted the seed of doubt in Kerri's head. "Only a true lesbian would cream like you did when I fingered your cunt," Wendy stated. "You were better and a lot faster than any of my girlfriends."

Kerri sobbed with the realization that the student was correct and it fueled her mind with guilt. When Wendy started brushing her clothes and trying to make her presentable again, Kerri was relieved. The girl departed so quickly that she really didn't have a chance to relax. Wendy gave her gorgeous teacher one last admiring glance and then rushed out of the staff washroom.

It took Kerri a minute or two before her breathing and heart rate were back to normal. She composed herself enough to face the public, but still didn't relish walking around the college dressed in such a provocative fashion. Kerri exited and walked down the hallway, drawing the stares of admiration from many boys and even some envious looks from girls. She was well aware the sheer blouse did nothing to hide the beauty of her charms and she was in a constant flustered state of embarrassment.

It was with great relief when she got back to her home classroom and into the sanctity of familiar surroundings. Somehow she got through the rest of the day without too many interruptions, but there were lots of little giggles and snickers that she tried to ignore. Whenever there was a break or lull in the class, her mind drifted back to the rendezvous with Wendy. She was mystified by the fact she allowed the washroom incident to happen.