Professor

I was really disturbed by that last entry. It made me reflect on our whole relationship, what did I really know of my wife Bonnie? I never realized all those times we fucked, she was actually trained to be that good. All these years I thought we were pushing each other's sexual limits, when all along she had done it all. Was she just pretending with me? Faking an innocence? Or did she somehow walked away or forgotten about it all?

You would think from that last entry, her college years would be one fuckfest after another. Strangely, it wasn't at all. I read through most of her sophomore year and it was pretty boring. The sorority did their community services and held their mixers. She complained about her classes and her dramas. Though she dated a few frat boys and even fucked a couple, I was surprised she literally went on months without sex. Even those she fucked, she didn't write much detail and lamented on how it was "just to get it out of her system." She mentioned a couple more of those inner circle parties, but mostly she just watched and didn't participate.

I suspected perhaps she was so satisfied from that experience, she just didn't have the urge. Mostly though, she seemed extremely stressed with her school work. She also grew closer with Angela and Christina, yet strangely no entries of raunchy activities. She mostly talked about their typical girly dramas, outings, and sorority issues. However, reading through her sophomore years I noticed a change in her attitude. She became really arrogant and even dare I say bitchy. She talked down on the new pledges and even her professors. When Christina graduated at the end of Bonnie's sophomore years, my wife was promoted to one of the officers of the sorority.

During the 1st semester of her junior year, she participated in the pledge as a big sister. She complained and mocked the freshmen as naïve and not up to standard. She volunteered to demonstrate the sex session and even compared herself as better than Angela when she did it during Bonnie's pledge. I didn't like what I was reading, a side of my sweet Bonnie I had never seen before. She was arrogant, bitchy, and acting like one of those elite sorority bitches you see in movies. This eventually led up to the entries below and explained why when I met her, she was not at all like what I've been reading.

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Nov 12

Fuck! Boo, I'm so sick of this shit. Professor Wilkins is such a douchbag! I bet he's giving me low scores on my reflection papers because he couldn't keep up with me during the class discussions. Not my fault he is so outdated. This is such an abuse of power, I should really report him to the school. They should fire him so he can work at McD. He'll probably love it since he gets to eat all day. What a disgusting pig.

I can't believe Kevin asked me out today. Who does he think he is? Fucking fresh meat pledge asking a sorority officer? Yeah, you got into a frat, think you are a big man now. Little boy, go ask someone in your own level. But of course I can't say that, gotta act all nice and sweet because I'm an officer and big sister now. UUuggg... between dealing with crappy biased professors and loads of work, I have to put up with these naïve little prudes.

Sorry Boo, been a rough few weeks. I'm going to sleep now.

Nov 15

Angela gave me something to really think about today. She told me the sexual lessons and standard of our sorority is not just for hooking up with frat boys or for just party reasons. I mean, she was serious when she said these are skills in which we use to get ahead in life!?!? She said I should fuck my professors to get what I want and even in the future to climb corporate ladders. I guess that is how she maintained a 4.0 GPA because she honestly isn't the academic type. Uggg... But that's not what I am thinking about. I'm considering dropping out of the sorority. Aside from just being overstressed by my workload and not being able to commit to my sorority duties, but what Angela said about fucking my way to the top... it's just not something I want to be a part of. I mean just having some fun is one thing, but ... oh I don't know, I just can't wrap myself around it.

Anyways, I can't fuck Prof Wilkins even if I wanted to get a better grade. He's so gross. I'm not into fat old men. However, I'm also not going to report him to the academic advisor either. I just don't want to escalate this. I'm going to make an appointment and just talk to him about it, about not being graded fairly. I mean, that's what being a grown up is all about right? Boo, Thanksgiving break is coming up, I want to get this over with so I can enjoy the break back home.

Ok, very sleepy... yarrrn... good night, Boo.

Nov 20

Boo, I'm heading home for Thanksgiving tomorrow. This isn't the way I wanted to go, but I'm a complete mess. It's going to be a difficult holiday, trying to calm my feelings down and just trying to get by with family. I had a confrontation with Prof Wilkins 2 days ago and it just left me emotionally wrecked. So, I tried to make an appointment at his office hour, but it was limited and filled up because of the holiday. Finally, he said that he would be grading papers in the lecture hall Friday night and I could talk with him then.

So he was grading papers at his desk on the lecture stage and I admit I was out of line. I just got so mad and I started yelling at him, maybe said a few things I shouldn't have. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor with a sharp pain to the side of my face. He struck me! I couldn't believe it! I was still dazed and shocked by the hard slap that when I saw him get up from his desk, I was freaked out! I thought this guy went psycho and he was going to kill me or beat me some more. I was so scared, Boo, I cried and begged him not to hurt me.

But instead, he grabbed my hair and pulled me up from the floor. He grabbed it so tightly, it hurt like a bitch. Then he slammed my face down on his desk. Fuck, Boo, what is wrong with me? I was terrorized and scared shit, but when he bent me over that desk, I... I don't know, I felt aroused. I can still remember what went through my mind as my heart raced, "Oh... what is he going to do to me?"

He held my face down and yelled that I was completely disrespectful and he knew I belonged to, in his words, the "Asian whore sorority." He went on and on about us, about our reputation, as he put it, "You guys walk around campus like elite bitches who own the place. You think you can fuck anyone to get what you want and you treat people beneath you!"

Am I like that, Boo? Have I become such a stuck up bitch?

When I felt him grab my arms and started tying them behind my back with his necktie, again I started to panic in both fear and excitement. I turned my head to him and asked in my sobbing whimper what was he going to do to me, but just stared at me with a sadistic grin. When he started pulling my jeans down to my ankles, I begged and pleaded like a kitten for him to stop. But ... inside I was excited as hell.

I thought the fat pig was just going to plow me. Truth is, I was already wet and soaking. The thought of being tied down and force-fucked by this disgusting creature actually made me so turned on. What is wrong with me? But instead, he took the yard stick from the board and gave my tender ass a hard lash! It hurt! Boo, it hurt! He wasn't playing. He was mad and he gave it to me hard. I yelped like a puppy when it landed on my ass. The sick pervert enjoyed it! And despite the pain, I got wetter at the sight of him enjoying my punishment for being such a bitch. I couldn't help it, Boo.

He gave me another lash and another, each one I responded with a yelping cry. He taunted me, "You sorry now? Sorority bitch?!"

After several hard lashes, I started crying out to him, "I'm sorry... yes, I'm sorry I'm such a bitch..."

But he wasn't satisfied, in fact, he was even more excited and started whipping me rapidly with the stick and yelling at me, "Scream for me, bitch!"

I was jerking on the desk, sobbing in tears, and just screaming at the top of my lungs while he went on a frenzy whipping my ass. It was late at night on a Friday, I think around 10 pm. The lecture hall was empty, as most of the campus. I don't think anyone heard me, despite the acoustics of the lecture hall which amplified my cries.

When he finally stopped, I was panting and out of breath. My ass hurt like hell, but I was dripping wet. I think he noticed because next thing I felt was his hand on my ass and 2 fat fingers shoved right into my cunt. Oh my god, Boo, the contrast of pleasure right after the pain, it amplified it... it felt fucking amazing. I was so wet, the whole room amplified the sound of the soggy wet fingering and my moaning. I couldn't believe how fast I came and shamefully I screamed for him again.

I was so tired from cumming that I slipped off the desk and slumped on the floor next to it. When he grabbed my head and I looked up, I realized he had taken off his pants and was holding his cock. It was a fucking disgusting sight. His cock was actually pretty big, but it looked so small because of his fat belly. He pulled me to my knees and told me, "Now, let's see those dick sucking lips I've heard so much about."

I kept my eyes on him as he fucked my mouth. It was difficult being tied and kneeling in front of him because whenever he thrust into me, I had to bend my neck back as his belly hit my face. He pumped my face with the full length of his cock until I gagged and choked. Then he would give me a few seconds to catch my breath, while spit and his precum drooled out of my lips, before shoving it right in again. I was so disgusted sucking this fat old man's cock, but his dominance made me want to please him. I did every trick in the book, sucked hard on his knob, let him rub it against the inside of my cheeks, swallowed the whole shaft. I don't think he ever had it so good.

After several minutes, he lifted me onto the desk, lying on my back with my head hanging over the edge and started deep-throating me. As he pumped his cock into my throat, I felt his hands unbutton my jacket and lifting up my shirt and bra. Oh Boo, when he started pinching and rubbing my nipples, I lost it. I moaned like a whore for this beast as he thrust in and out of my throat. I closed my eyes and my body just took over, squirming and throbbing to each of his thrusts.

When he had enough of my mouth, he pulled me off the table on the other side and bent me over again. Spreading my ass apart, he couldn't wait to get his swollen meat into me. Oh, when he filled me up, my body responded with a satisfied moan. He pumped my soggy cunt in slow long strokes, each one met with my equally slow long deep moans. And as he fucked me with my arms still tied behind my back, he grabbed my sore red ass cheeks with both hands and gave them a hard squeeze with each thrust. The pain from the squeezes only amplified the pleasure of his thrusts and I couldn't help it but moan like a satisfied whore.

After he found his pace, he grabbed my hair, pulled my face up, and ordered me to open my eyes. I watched the empty lecture hall from my position bent over the desk on stage as he pummeled me. It was surreal, as if I was just there earlier this week in one of those seats listening to the lecture. As he plowed into me, I imagined the room packed with students watching me being fucked like a whore on stage by an ugly disgusting fat old man. Oh god, it made me so wet... and I came so hard on his cock.

He didn't pause at all, but kept fucking me while I came. But he definitely noticed as I was buckling wildly and screaming in pleasure. Then he started sadistically taunting me with each thrust... oh Boo, just what I wanted... and I came again and again, whimpering back at him, "I'm a sorority bitch...," "I'm sorry I'm such a bad slut," "Please teach me a cock lesson," etc...

He finished by laying me on my back on the desk, on top of my tied arms, and sped up his pace. While he squeezed my tits and ram his cock in me, I stared right at him. The sight, watching this disgusting fat pig having so much fun fucking my toned body and dominating me was driving me wild. As he pushed and pumped, with beads of sweat dripping off his disgusting body, he asked me, "Aren't you going to thank me?"

Without even thinking, I heard the words coming out of me as I bit my lips staring right into his eyes, "Thank you sir... Thank you for teaching me a lesson..."

That pushed him over the edge and he unloaded his cum right into me. It felt so good, all that warm sticky load inside of me and dripping out after he pulled out.

He sat in his chair and nearly passed out afterward, leaving me still bounded lying on the desk. When he finally untied me, I collapsed on the floor because my legs were so sore and my ass was still in pain. While I was cleaning up with a box of tissue, he sat back down at his desk grading his paper. I was about to go when he gave me a stack of papers. They were all my reflection papers for the term, each one with an A+.

I was taken off guard and couldn't make sense of this. Before I could muster a response, he told me this squared us and if I report him he would use this as his defense that it was consensual and I did it for the grades. Truth is... I had already forgotten all about why I even went there to talk to him about.

All of yesterday I was thinking about various thoughts. Boo, I'll confess to you... I'm afraid of sex, hence why I don't really sleep around. I'm afraid not just how much I'd enjoy it, but how much my limits keep getting stretched each time. I mean look at what happened. There was no way I would fuck an ugly pig like Prof Wilkins, yet I got so wet when he "put me in my place." Perhaps I've been such a bitch because that's what I want, to be put in my place.

That's the other thing, what he said about the sorority, the reputation, and even about me. I don't like this. I wasn't like this before. Since when did I become so cynical, arrogant, and bitchy? I think I'm going to drop out of the sorority after this semester. This isn't who I want to be.

Nov 25

It's good to be home, Boo. It's good to be surrounded by family and back to normal. But I still can't get what happened in the lecture hall out of my mind. I was in the living room watching Kaitlyn playing video games. She's still so innocent and I wondered what she would think of her older sister if she knew what a depraved whore I am. I started tearing up and so ashamed.

All the family was together for dinner last night, for a brief moment I've forgotten all about college life, the stress of the courses, the sorority, and lecture hall. But then I started thinking... you can never tell about people. No one in that room knows anything about what an insatiable whore I am. To them, I'm just Bonnie. I wondered about my mom, my aunties, my cousins, etc... what are they really like behind the smile, behind the facade of civility? Nobody really imagines their parents having sex, we all grew up thinking our parents never had sex. Yet, I wondered, were they cuddly? Did daddy really treat her like a princess in those PG-13 romance movies? Or ... was he rough with her? Did she like being held down and taken? I got my genes from someone, right?

Anyways, going back to school in a couple of days. The semester is almost over, so I'm going to do my best to ride it through. Lecture is going to be difficult in that lecture hall, watching that fat pig speak on the stage where he ravaged my body. *yawn* ok, good night, Boo.

Dec 15

It's almost winter break, finals is next week. I shouldn't have gone, Boo. I knew I shouldn't, but I don't know why I did. School's been pretty normal since coming back from Thanksgiving break. Then out of the blue, I got an email from Professor Wilkins to talk. I emailed back that there was nothing to talk about and I didn't report him or anything. However, he sounded urgent and insisted that I show up at his house. That should've been the warning not to go, it seemed oddly wrong. Or perhaps part of me wanted to go... because it was so wrong.

It was around 8 pm when I showed up at his residence. When his wife answered the door, I sighed in relief knowing I wouldn't be alone with him. But things shifted dramatically when I walked in. Professor Wilkins had a black eye and bruised lips. I was stunned to say the least. Mrs. Wilkins told me to take off my coat and sit down, it was going to be a while. She told me she found out what happened in that lecture hall that evening and she was mad. Then she said she knows all about my sorority and what we do to earn our grades. She was furious, Boo, and I was scared out of my mind.

She threatened to expose me to the school and get me thrown out. I cried and tried to explain to her that it didn't happen that way. I didn't go there to trade sex for grades. As I got up to defend my position, she actually slapped me hard across the face back down on the couch. It stung like a bee sting! Then she sat next to me, grabbed my hair, and looked right into my eyes. She said she didn't care about my excuses and the only way out was for me to do exactly everything she said that night. In her own words, "I want to sample what my husband tasted. Got it, bitch?"

Fucking gross. As if not gross enough I was fucked by her fat old husband, but this old woman wanted me for the night. I shook my head in tears, but she just grabbed my chin and started sucking on my tongue while I squealed to her delight. I grabbed her wrists trying to break free and she responded by giving me another slap. Then she warned me, "Do you really want to get kicked out of school?"

I had no choice. The reality of the situation hit me. I was theirs for the night and there was nothing I could do about it. No one is going to believe my side, I got A+ on every paper for the semester and the grade change was visibly recorded that night. She got up and sat next to her husband and ordered me to the center of their living room. There, obediently, I stripped down slowly for them, while she stroked his cock. I stood naked and humiliated in the middle of the room, covering my tits and my pussy with my hands. I thought she would order me to drop my hands, but I think they delighted in my shame.

Then she commanded me to turn slowly in a circle so she may observe my whole body. I complied like a helpless slave as these perverts ogled my every curve and every private part. After I have turned a couple of times, she had me bend over holding my knees so they can admire my round almond ass with my pussy fully exposed to their delight. But when she asked me to finger myself, I hesitated. I looked at her with a sad puppy look, but she gave me an angry stare. Without a choice, I inserted 2 fingers into my cunt while bending over for them and started fucking myself. Boo, I hadn't realized... I was already dripping wet.

I know my body well and soon I was thrusting my whole body with my fingers and moaning in ecstasy. She ordered me to lie on the floor with my legs open in their direction and keep fucking myself. At this point, my body was on fire and I didn't care. Hey, they just wanted a show, right? I stared at Mrs. Wilkins stroking her fat husband at the same pace as I finger fucked myself. I moaned like a whore and squeezed my tits while I fucked myself to a spazing orgasm, arching my back and jerking uncontrollably. That was when I realized what was happening. Mrs. Wilkins stroked her husband close to cumming and then just stopped. It was the first time in the room I noticed his arms were behind him the whole time, probably cuffed. She was punishing him and using me to do it.

She undressed herself down to her panties and bra. I'll admit, she looked pretty good for a woman in her 60s. She was a little plump, but I wouldn't say she was fat. She pulled me by the hair onto the coffee table. There I was on all fours staring right at Prof Wilkins on the couch, only a few inches away. I arched my back as I've been trained the moment she spread my ass. Then she dove her mouth into my cunt, slurping up my cunt juice from my orgasm. Omg, Boo, she... was fucking amazing. She must've had a lot of experience, she was even better than Angela and Christina. I couldn't help but moan and rock to her tongue-fucking while staring at her husband sitting in agony in front of me. When she reached around and started flickering my clit and nipples, my body started to jerk and twitch in agony. I was fully under the control of this she-demon as she forced my body to cum again.