Lauren Learns a Lesson

"This story is fictional all characters and places are fictional, The story is part of a series please read them all and in order"

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Lauren was a smart girl. Petite, around 5’2” 110lbs and had short hair about ear length that was brown although she had it dyed blonde/auburn. She had small B cup breasts, slim waist and an amazing ass. Perfectly round and soft. Lauren was a bright girl, bright enough to get into university 2 years early, making her a lot younger than the other girls. As a result she was having trouble in some of her classes. She had led a somewhat sheltered life and did not have enough real-world experience to draw on. This caused a big problem in her World and Reality class.

Lauren expressed her dismay to Emma, one of her classmates, who had quickly befriended Lauren. Lauren felt relieved and gracious to meet such a wonderful and fun friend at University. She had been so lonely being so far away from home even just for the first couple of weeks. Emma had befriended Lauren about the third week of the school year. She was only 19 herself but seemed so worldly and experienced. She was 5’ 6”, blonde, fit and trim with an amazing ass herself. And she had PERFECT tits. Perfectly round large C cups (almost a D cup). Lauren’s own B cup was dwarfed by Emma’s large round breasts. All these physical attributes in addition to Emma’s fun, spunky, naughty and outgoing behavior, had caused Lauren to form a bit of a crush, although she wasn’t quite sure. She had never had these feelings about a girl before and was confused by them. But what Emma said one day caused Lauren to see another side of Emma, a side that both shocked and excited her. Lauren was particularly upset about her bad marks in that class, when Emma simply said to arrange for a ‘private’ session with Mr. Weston, their World and Reality (W&R) teacher. Mr. Weston was a big man; about 6’7” with a strong, muscular, build. He was young but his face seemed mature, experienced, for his age. He wore steel rimmed glasses and gave most people and equally steel glare. Lauren was confused by Emma’s response. So she asked,

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t know?” Emma responded.

“No.”

“Well, it’s rumored that Mr. Weston has held many ‘private’ sessions with girls, which basically means that you give him head or sex in exchange for marks, and I mean it’s not a bad deal-He IS pretty hot.”

Lauren was shocked at the statement. She thought that sex for marks was just a rumor. Lauren was not exactly a stranger to the idea of sex. At school she dressed fairly trendy, flirty and modest but at clubs she loved to wear tight, sexy clothes to tease guys. She said what they wanted to hear, but never actually doing it. She loved to have sex, but only had actual intercourse twice (both times she was drunk as well as her boyfriend and both times had been quick and unexciting) and she honestly liked to suck cock, she liked it a lot. She had been coerced to do it at a couple parties and by the third time she actually enjoyed it, although she never mentioned this to the guys, because she was already starting to get a reputation, not as a slut, but as a naïve girl. So she liked sex but didn’t want to be seen as a school slut. Still none of that seemed close to what Mr. Weston wanted, Lauren’s scholarship money and her future were riding on pulling her C- up to at least a B+, so she made a decision.

Her heart raced like a jackhammer all the way to class. She liked the idea yesterday and even masturbated a little to it last night. This morning when she was getting dressed she was turned on again, but as she got closer to the class, things had started to change. She came to class dressed in ultra-tight black pants that hugged her ass, no thong (because she didn’t want panty lines showing), and a small, flimsy almost sheer blue top that she wore with no bra. To finish her outfit, suited more to a club than to a classroom, was finished with 4” black plat-form sandals. As soon as she got to class she sat in the front row but couldn’t seem to take off the coat that would reveal herself to the teacher. Finally due to the heat of the lecture hall and the fact that she started to look a little odd still wearing her coat, she slowly took it off, revealing her body to Mr. Weston who openly stared at her while he taught the class. She thought to herself, ‘What am I doing? I can’t perform sex acts for my teacher for marks! What if we get caught, or his reputation for having sex for marks is just a rumour, what then? I really need the money or I’ll have to drop out -- I just don’t know what to do.’ While she was lost in her thoughts she had barely realized that the class had ended. Mr. Weston broke her concentration by ordering her to his desk as her classmates left. She stood beside his desk while he sat in his chair, still seeming larger than she does. She didn’t want to initiate the act (if this were it) and tried to muster a smile that didn’t seem to convince him of her confidence.

“Why, would you dress like that and come to class?” He asked sternly.

“Um, --well.”

He suddenly stood up and towered over her by a nearly a foot and a half. He then said, quite calmly, “You don’t have to answer, I already know.”

With that he picked her up by grabbing her two ass cheeks, he kissed her hard on the mouth then swung her around to sit spread legged on the edge of his desk, facing his big leather chair. One hand shot up her shirt to rudely fondle her boobs while the other hand flew down the front of her ultra tight pants to rub her pussy. He slipped a finger inside and it was almost as a big as the few cocks she had in her lifetime.

He broke the kiss but left his hands to play with her. She sat on the edge of the desk, panting, bewildered, disgusted and turned-on. He pushed his finger all the way in her pussy and she closed her eyes and groaned lightly. With a few expert manipulations she had a quick small orgasm. He crudely whipped his hand away from her pussy and quickly forced his pussy-soaked finger into her mouth, causing her to gag at the idea of her own pussy juice in her mouth. She pulled away disgusted and her reaction was met by harsh twist of her nipples. This time her groans were fueled by pain. Mr. Weston grabbed Lauren’s hand and put it to the front of his pants. She was shocked at the size of his semi-hard penis. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the edge of the desk pushed her to her knees and said very calmly,

“Suck my cock.”

Lauren was shocked at the statement and the word he had used. She was afraid to continue with any of these lewd but exciting acts because they were still in the lecture hall. Mr. Weston seemed unfazed by this fact and continued with his hard and lust filled glare. Lauren had to admit she was a little turned on by the idea, but was frankly more scared by it. She reached up and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and extracted a penis that was easily 11” and still growing, it was as thick as her wrist. She looked up at him with shock and awe and he said again,

“Suck my cock, slut”

Lauren had no idea how she would wrap her lips around this monster, but she didn’t have to formulate an answer of her own, because Mr. Weston tugged her hair upwards quite harshly. As she let out a ‘yelp’ he forced his cock into her mouth and pulled her face forward by placing his two massive hands on either side of her head. She couldn’t even gag. This massive cock flew down her throat causing her lungs twitch as they wondered what caught off their quickened flow of excited air. Within seconds her nose was halfway to his pubic hair and his balls were near her chin. He left his cock in there for a few seconds then pulled it out. She gagged, coughed and quickly tried to catch her breath. Then the massive cock was shoved down her throat again. He repeated this practice 4 or 5 times. She pushed back against his thighs trying to get him to stop, she realized that if she stopped pushing against him, maybe he would stop pushing against her. She was right and he released the hold on her head. Lauren continued sucking his cock, deep-throating it as best she could but it wasn’t as deep as Mr. Weston had hoped. He seemed to tire of her. The whole time she was sucking his cock he just stared at her, seemingly examining her technique. Not looking like he was enjoying himself, ‘Could I really be this bad?’ she thought to herself.

Mr. Weston picked her up by her hair and spun her around to face his desk. He whipped her top off from behind and grabbed, twisted and mauled her small, perky breasts; they barely filled half of his hand. Then he pushed her face down on to his desk. The cool desk, exciting her heated nipples. He stood behind her and pulled her tight pants down, just so they were around her butt, keeping her legs locked firmly together. He dropped to his knees and licked and sucked at her pussy-those few seconds gave her another orgasm-so far the best one she’d ever had in her life. Standing up and firmly gripping one of her hips with one of his hands she quickly gasped in horror as she realized what he was about to do. With almost no warning he slammed into her pussy. Hard. She slid up the desk, her feet leaving the floor. He grabbed her other hip and began trying to fuck her. She screamed and writhed in agony his massive member only a quarter of the way up her little pussy. He pushed now HARD, not as hard as he could, but still enough to cause Lauren a good deal of pain. This extremely young college girl, who was smart, sexy and desperately in need of money for school; was now shamelessly being pushed face down into a desk. Topless, no panties and her sexiest tight pants just pulled down around her ass while her mean professor rammed an inhumanly big penis in her tight little pussy.

And she still had the taste of dick in her mouth.

He was unrelenting in his fucking, Lauren never knew sex could hurt like this, she thought her two young lovers were big but they were miniscule compared to Mr. Weston. He pushed and pushed and finally sank 2/3 of the way in. He decided to actually fuck her now, hoping the movement would coax open her pussy a little more. His giant member started to speed up a little. He slid his massive hands from her nimble hips to her nice round ass, up her back and to her shoulders, he slid his hands smoothly almost carefully through her hair and then sharply grabbed hold and pushed his cock forward a little more. The pain was less than she expected (except the pain of her head, where her hair was being pulled.) He pushed and pulled some more, his dick only bunching up at the root and not really sliding anymore. He released her hair and used her shoulders for leverage, leaving his hips some more room to buck. Mr. Weston continued on like this for several minutes Lauren’s pain subsiding to mild discomfort. He slid his hands down from her shoulders to her hands, which were firmly planted to the desk on either side of her breasts. He grabbed the hands and wrenched them behind her back, crossing them over as they went behind her. She gasped in pain. Mr. Weston leaned over, still holding her arms in place and softly whispered in her ear,

“You like to be dominated don’t you? You like to be bound and at the mercy of those more dominating than you, don’t you? Answer the question, addressing me as ‘Sir.’”

“Yes”

“Yes, what? ” Mr. Weston asked applying a sharper twist on her small arms-pushing them to past the halfway mark on her back

“Y-Yes sir”

“Good. You forgot to say ‘sir’ the first time though, for that you’ll be punished.” He held her wrists together with one hand and with his dick about halfway in her he pounded her ass 4 times with spanks. They hit so hard, and hurt so much she couldn’t even form a scream until the last one, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson-Actually no I don’t, that was much too fun.” He switched the hand holding her for the hand spanking and rained down 3 more spanks on her other cheek, reddening it equally and making her openly cry. He let go of her hands, which limply slid down her sides and stayed there briefly before slowly moving back to their original position beside her tugged and bruised breasts. Then he dug his nails into her ass cheeks and scratched almost as hard as he could over the beaten flesh.

“Ohwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” she wailed in pain, for the 4th time that hour. He leaned over her again and said,

“I can change your marks easy enough. But if you want to pass all your courses-without even studying I can make that happen too. I can even get you a high paying job in one of numerous industries in about any career field, or you don’t even have to work at all if you don’t feel like it. But you must beg for the permission to be in the ‘Club’.”

“W-What’s the club-sir?” she asked sounding half her age and even more naïve, this made Mr. Weston even hornier and he fucked her with a few dozen hard strokes and then said,

“The club is a small group of naïve, sexy, very young girls like yourself, girls that are made to perform degrading acts for one or a group of people. Deep down you know you want to be dominated and fucked so I’m offering an easy life for something you already want to do.”

He pulled his dick out almost the whole way, “Lauren do want be part of the club?” He pushed hard and quickly, back into her steaming hot pussy, then he pulled quickly back out, leaving in just the large bulbous head. “Do want to beg to be abused and by many different men and women?” He followed with an even harder and quicker push and then pulled almost out, “Beg if want it Lauren.”

“God yes! Please do it, p-please, sir.” He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out steel handcuffs and a black leather collar with a steel hoop on the front of it and another on the back. Before she realized what she had gotten herself into he threw the cuffs tightly on her wrists and clipped the thick leather collar around her neck. Mr. Weston slammed into her for 15 more minutes, using the steel collar hoop and the handcuffs for leverage. The mixture of pain and pleasure caused her to climax in ways she thought impossible. Her own cream slowly streamed down her legs. He finally pulled out. His massive cock still rigid and throbbing as it had yet to unleash its load. “Are you sure? You have one last chance Lauren.”

“Yes, I-I’m sure—sir.” She said, realizing she had just made a huge mistake. He left her quivering and almost sobbing on his large oak desk. Mr. Weston pulled up his pants up, somehow forcing his massive member back into his pants. He carefully pulled her pants up over her burning buttocks and connected a matching leather leash to her collar, using it to lead her to a small door at the side of the lecture hall.

To be continued…