[It has been some time since I submitted my last set of College Adventures and I encourage you to read the prior submissions to best understand what transpires here. And please don't hesitate to offer comments or suggestions. Enjoy.]
Alina Sorel was one of the students that I'd found to be in an 'inappropriate' relationship with one of our faculty members – trading certain sexual favors for higher grades. She was an exceptional young woman in terms of her beauty, with strawberry-blonde hair, blue eyes, and one of those bodies that so many young women aspire to, but seldom seem to achieve. But her scholarly abilities clearly were not the equal of many of the other students here at McCalester. It was fortunate then, that she came from a wealthy family and that her father was chair of the University's Board of Trustees. Not only did she get into McCalester (needless to say, with her father's assistance), but she had managed to fit in, if struggling academically. My assistant and personal whore, Jen, had pointed out that Ms. Sorel was a bit of a bitch. That wasn't particularly concerning to me since it all worked in my favor. Although admittedly, I probably should have thought twice before fucking the 19-year old daughter of the man who chaired the college's Board of Trustees.
I had arranged with my assistant Jen to deliver her directly to my residence rather than my office. When they walked in, I was in my robe at my desk, and I dismissed Jen with a short "You won't be needed any more this evening." I could tell she was clearly irritated and that she had expected to be involved in the evening's festivities. Or debaucheries. But I had other things planned for her, and was looking forward to focusing my attention (and desires) on young Ms. Sorel this evening.
I looked up briefly from my paperwork, sipped from the glass of the scotch on my desk, and took in the young woman from my position behind the desk. She clearly hadn't expected to meet with me in my residence and was uncomfortable under my gaze, especially I think, given my less than formal dress. She wore a pale yellow sundress that stopped at mid-thigh. She was curvaceous, with a budding woman's body. She had well-formed hips under the billowy dress, and her breasts were full, firm and nearly overflowing from the top of the dress, contained only by the well-placed straps holding the dress in place.
I turned back to my work and ignored her. She busied herself looking around for a few minutes and then exasperated, indicated by a long and loud exhaled sigh, she parked herself in the large leather chair across from my desk. I continued to focus on the pile of papers on my desk until she annoyingly spoke up, "Why am I here?"
I looked directly into her eyes and was equally plain in my response, "Because I wanted a young bitch to fuck this afternoon, and since you're here, you were clearly available."
Her look was one of utter shock. She quickly rose and turned to leave the room when I again spoke, "I understand you've been fucking one of your professors."
She stopped, and then turned to face me, her face flushed and clearly flustered. "What are you talking about?"
"Was I not clear in what I said?"
She looked at me like an animal caught in a trap. And she made her first mistake. "Professor Bradford started it. I didn't want to....but, but,..."
Keeping my composure at this revelation was difficult – I hadn't expected this, but I was ecstatic in its potential implications. I knew she'd screwed Bob Mitchell, negotiating her grade for what appeared to be on the video I had, a sumptuous blowjob, and one I was looking forward to experiencing. Alina went on, and I listened, becoming more ecstatic and horny by the minute. Sara Bradford, who was also Associate Dean, had been a significant thorn in my side since my appointment as President, but had seemed invulnerable. Alina's revelation that she was screwing Dean Bradford now pierced that aura of invincibility and I looked forward to being the person to really puncture it. I let myself become distracted thinking about fucking Sara Bradford, when Alina shrieked, "What the hell are you doing?"
I had inadvertently begun to stroke my now-hard cock in anticipation of the depravities I expected to engage in with Sara, only to be brought back to the reality of the moment, and young Ms. Sorel. Who was going to make a more than adequate substitute in Dean Bradford's immediate absence.
I stood up, my robe open and my prick fully erect, my hand wrapped around the thick shaft, slowly sliding up and down. Alina, obviously shocked, turned and started quickly for the door, only to stop when I said loudly "I think you might want to see this." She turned when she heard the moans from the large screen on the wall as I turned on the already cued up video.
Like I had done with Trisha Campbell, in vivid display on the large flat-screen hanging on the wall, was Alina in a rather precarious position on a couch, moaning loudly, her mouth wrapped around an erect, if rather tiny cock, and Professor Mitchell, in the throes of what appeared to be an excellent blowjob, furiously masturbating her clit. He was clearly not doing a good job of it given the pained expression on her face. However, she continued to suck his cock despite the look on her face that suggested Bob was rubbing her clit with sandpaper. I looked at her. "If you've been fucking Dean Bradford, who I didn't know about, and Professor Mitchell, who I obviously do know about, it makes me wonder which of the other faculty members you've been screwing. And since I know you're sucking his cock in exchange for a grade, it makes me ask whether your grades for any of your courses are legitimate at all?"
She stopped in mid-stride and shrieked "How did you get this?! This is illegal! You can't..."
I walked up to her and coldly slapped her across the face which quickly brought the shrieking to a halt. She looked at me in stunned silence. I stared directly into her eyes, "All you need to understand is the following. With a single flick of my finger, I will send a copy of this little video clip from an anonymous account to your father. Do I need to say more?"
She looked at me stunned, then shook her head and didn't speak.
I continued to stroke my cock directly in front of her. I grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward the screen on the wall just in time to see Professor Mitchell groan heavily and come in her mouth. She turned back to me and I let my eyes wander over her, clearly making her uncomfortable. I looked at her hungrily and said abruptly, looking back at the screen,"When I shove my cock in your mouth, I'm going to love that kind of attention. Now get your dress off. And then get on your knees."
When she hesitated, I slapped her again and grabbed a thick handful of the strawberry-blonde hair. I jerked her head to me and pressed my mouth to her ear. "I won't tell you again. Strip and get on your knees."
Her eyes widened, but she grabbed the loose part of the sundress around her hips and pulled it up and over her head. As the dress came off, firm, fleshy orbs tipped with taut pink nipples were begging to be slapped and catching her by surprise, I did. I loved the feel of her tit and the gasp that escaped her lips as my hand smacked the tender fleshy skin, leaving a bright red mark across the white flesh. Thin cotton panties barely covered the darker blonde hair between her thighs.
When she dropped down in front of me, my thick cock positioned directly in front of her face, I reveled in the sight of her on her knees, how her breasts hung precariously at my knees, revealing deep cleavage, and the thin fabric of her panties and how it stretched across her inviting ass. The mushroom-shaped head of my prick was swollen, the tip glistening with beads of translucent fluid. I grasped the thick shaft and placed it directly in front of her lips, my other hand holding her head firmly in place. I slowly grazed the head of my cock across her mouth, leaving a light trail of the glistening fluid along her full lips. The sensation, the light touch of her lips on the head of my cock was exhilarating, and I jerked her head back, leaving her lips slightly parted, and pressed my cock lightly to her lips again.
I looked down at her on her knees. Her face framed my cock, her breasts directly beneath, her nipples hard, her breath coming a little faster than before and blue eyes opened wide and fixated on my cock. She could see every inch of the thick shaft and the dark purple veins running the length from my balls to my cockhead.
I still grasped a thick bundle of her hair, holding her head firmly. "I want you to take my cockhead in your mouth Alina. Nothing but the head of my prick. Do not touch my cock with your hands. Do you understand?"
I heard the lightest whisper of "yesssssss" from her, and felt my balls contract as her mouth slowly wrapped around the thick swollen head, her tongue probing. I groaned as I felt her warm wet mouth encircle the head of my prick. Her hands rested lightly on the front of my thighs, as her tongue teased me, drifting around the rim of the swollen head. I resisted the urge to plunge my cock down her throat and savagely fuck her mouth.