My name is Julia Smith, and I used to be into girls, only girls. I went to a posh girls' boarding school, I never really was around boys much, and on my eighteenth birthday my best friend Sadie took me into her bedroom and gave me the best birthday present ever, teasing and licking and nibbling and playing with my hot little clit whilst I writhed and moaned. She was good, Sadie, and she had lively pert bouncy tits, with fat luscious nipples. I loved so suckle on her. I'd nose in there all the time, drawing her pretty little teats into my mouth and just loving them. We had read somewhere that if you did it enough you could make milk come, and we'd worked on each other for hours, suckling and slurping and squeezing each other's hot bouncy tits until they were aching and purple and sore, and the more sore they got the more we loved it. We were rewarded in the end, we can both do it. Make milk, I mean. You have to suck hard and deep and kind of squeeze too, so it doesn't come if you don't want it, but God I've never found a woman who wasn't turned on by it since.
Nor a man, as it happens. But I'd never had a man until the day I was blackmailed by my tutor, the horrible Professor Noble-Jones with his hairy body and his giant cock and his habit of staring at girls' tits. I don't know how I let it happen, really. He was always such an obvious perv you'd think I'd have known better, but I was such a little bitch, honestly. I thought I knew it all. Thought I would saunter by in my Jimmy Choos cock-teasing, and I'd never have to deliver.
Jeremy Noble-Jones in his late fifties. He doesn't dress well. He makes ambiguous comments to female students that you think might be sexist or even harassment but you're never quite sure. I told Yana, my girlfriend, about it, and she said I should tease him till he rose to it then stamp him down, and so I did exactly that. Except when he rose to it I had to suck and fuck.
I started it though. I decided I was going to taunt and flirt with him and then tell him in his dreams, and so I deliberately dressed as provocatively as I could when he taught me. Once, in one of my evening supervisions with him, I could see he was watching my tits. I was braless, deliberately, and wearing a thin T shirt, so I waited till I was sure his eyes were on them and then I deliberately popped my nipple out and tweaked it with my finger. My teat stood to attention like a small erect cock, and I saw his eyes widen, and I pushed it back in again. I held his eyes, just long enough so that he knew I knew, then I just carried on. On the way out I said to my friend Lisa, who had been there with me, "God, it must be tough for an ugly old man to have a cock." I knew he heard. The next time I passed him in the corridor I heard him say to the man with him, "there are some cock-teasing little bitches in this place." I thought I might tell someone what he had said and get him fired, but he wasn't worth it. Anyway, I was enjoying making him squirm in his seat at the thought of my beautiful tits.
I should have known better, but I was a haughty rich bitch. I didn't like men, so I put them down all the time. I remember a boy coming onto me in a bar once, and I let him do his whole chat up line and then I just said, "try wanking, you'd be better at it."
After that I made a point of sneering at Jeremy when I saw him around and about. If I was with female friends I'd put my arm round their waists, play flirty, make it clear what I wanted from them. Once I saw him in the supermarket, buying vegetables, and I deliberately picked up the hugest banana I could find and smiled at him nastily as I stroked it thoughtfully. He looked angry. I thought it was funny. Anyway, my father had endowed the University with a lot of money. There was nothing Jeremy Noble-Jones could do, the nasty pervert. He knew who was boss. I was boss. I thought he probably had a tiny cock. I planned to tell him so.
I was cruel, and I was proud. In my defence, I was rich and spoiled and nineteen years old, I'm tiny, but I have good round tits and my hair is white blonde. People say I look like Daenerys off Game of Thrones, the one with the dragons. So, I get hit on my blokes all the time, but I just didn't do blokes. I've been licking girls' pussies and playing with their tits for as long as I can remember. And here at University I had found the best pussies and the best tits. Sometimes we girls had pussy parties when we would just pleasure each other all night, listening to music, licking and lapping, stroking and fingering. The wonderful thing about being a real girl, not one in a porn novel, is you don't have to moan and scream and cry and beg all the time, you can just suck and gobble gently for hours. I love to tongue fuck a virgin whilst a friend holds her down. They think they don't want it but when they feel me work that clit they go completely wild.
I suppose I was having the time of my life. I looked good, I felt good, I had wonderful girlfriends, a gorgeous sex life with my beautiful girlfriend Yana who had learned to milk my lovely titties really well, rough and lovely. She loved the milk, she'd suckle for hours. Sometimes I could read half a novel whilst she suckled me, then she'd idly stir my pussy with one finger till I came in a great heave of orgasm. Sometimes she fucked me with her fingers and her tongue as I licked her plump little clit. One she took my virginity with a huge dildo and I screamed with pleasure.
So I was rich, charming, cleaver and sporty, and I was hot. I played netball, I swam for the University, I got top grades for every paper.... Life was pretty charmed. Do I sound vain? Oh I was vain. I had plenty to be vain about.
It was the end of the last term of my first year when I got a message that I had to go and see Jeremy. He wanted to talk to me about my coursework.
This wasn't so unusual, talking about coursework, and I wasn't expecting a problem. It was late afternoon, a lovely sunny day. I made sure was wearing a really short silk dress, and enjoying knowing I had no knickers on. This was partly to taunt Jeremy but partly because I had just been to have my muff waxed and was feeling a little hot and horny down there, thinking of Yana waiting for me back at my digs with her lovely tongue. Yana knows how to tongue my clit. She can rough it and toy with it and stroke it till I'm ready to howl at the moon, and then suckle it in tiny, rhythmic nibbles, holding me on the edge until I beg, beg, beg her to finish me. I had been so hot in the wax salon that the woman had offered to use a vibrator on me, waxing does that sometimes, they go so intimate. I didn't want to cum but I could see she did. I fucked her with her vibrator instead, fucked her and then sucked on her tits till she shuddered and moaned, but I didn't leave a tip as well.
"Sit down, Julia." Jeremy sounded haughty, off-hand. I was surprised. I thought I might tell my father I didn't like him, get him fired.
I sat. The dress was, frankly, too short for that chair, and probably too short even for teasing Jeremy the lech when I'd got no knickers on, but I hoped it would be quick. I wriggled. I was worried he could see my thighs. And my waxing. And my pussy. My clit was swollen and hot. I was thinking of the salon girl's tits, thinking of how she'd whimpered as I sucked and chewed. My clit throbbed in excitement.
I pressed my knees together and tried to ignore the heat in my pussy. I summoned my cold voice. "You wanted to see me, Dr Noble-Jones?"
"Hmmmm," he smiled, his eyes half hooded. "I can already see you." He was staring straight at my crotch. I was astonished and furious at the blatancy of it.
"I don't think you should look at me like that," I said, in my most upper class tone. "My father pays your wages and, frankly, I'm well above your pay-grade."
I thought it was a nice one-liner. I was preparing for the next one, to tell him he was fired, when he said, "call me Sir, you jumped-up little madam."
I swallowed. What was this? "Goodness me. Sorry Sir." I said it in my most sarcastic voice and I glared at him. He smiled and a yawning sort of nervousness started in my belly. It suddenly felt like I was the mouse and he was the cat. What was going on?
He scratched his groin, seemed to be...adjusting something down there. "Sorry," he said, but I have a huge dick, it is a little awkward sometimes when you bring those tits in here..."
My mouth fell open. "what did you just say?"
"You heard, Miss Smith."
"How dare you? I have no interest in your tiny cock, you pervert. My father will have you fired....."
"Aha..." He cut me off, played with his zip slightly, leered at me. "I expect he will, Julia, if he ever finds out, but I don't think you'll be telling him. Not once I've fed off those hot little teats of yours and watched you drink my cum."
I stood up, angrily, "in your dreams, pervert." In a trice I pulled my top down, showed him my hot fat teats. "Look at those, Professor, it's the nearest you'll ever get. I hope you enjoy your retirement....!"
I started to move towards the door, my face flushed and angry, trying to get two bouncy nubile tits back into my dress at the same time.... I felt excited and angry and proud of myself. Dirty bastard. I'd see to him for this. He didn't know who he was dealing....
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
The sudden shout startled me so much that I stopped, half turned to look at him. "nice show, little slut, but I'm afraid you are going to need to do something quite... erm... quite lot more dramatic than that or you will lose your place at this university." And he licked his lips, and dropped his gaze down my body. "You are facing a fail."
