I am back to continue the second part of my "Oral Exam" storyline. The dirty stories too much to stay away.... If you haven't read the first series (or the first four stories in this series), I'd suggest that you stop here and go back. Don't worry! They have naughty bits too. A warning: this one gets pretty extreme. If it is too much for you, stick with me. I pull myself back from the abyss after this chapter. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to Mykittystar for editing. I deeply appreciate your thoughts and encouragement. You've really made this something special. Otherwise, feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. I am not always sure myself. Keep your eyes open for the next installment. It will be up shortly. I have several more all set and ready to go (after a little more editing). Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
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My grip locked to the arms of my desk chair. With catching breath, my palms broke into a light sheen of sweat. Moisture trickled from my pores. I gulped, straining against my tightening shirt collar. The room spun and became a sweltering gray. I blinked, willing my teetering office to freeze. I wished I could be somewhere; anywhere far from here.
This couldn't be happening.
The cloying scent of perfume hung thick and stale in the air. Jen had doused herself, perhaps in an attempt to tart herself up.
She wore a violet corset with lacy trim and black thong panties. Jen's stockings screamed that the whore in her was ready to play and her stilettos made her legs go on forever.
Jen knew what made my cock throb. This was the most overtly feminine outfit that I had ever seen my professor wear. Most of the time she was sharp and stylishly cold with perhaps a whiff of butch. While attractive, that sort of presence wasn't truly my taste; but this naughty, nightie-deviation was poised to send me hurtling over the cliff. Jen knew my penchant for dirty sluts and was exploiting these desires to drive me wild. I've always had a thing for lingerie and stockings, they send my libido crashing into overload.
Not tonight.
Jen aimed high, but over compensated. Instead of smelling like sweet seduction, she reeked of desperation. I couldn't deal with the artifice. The bitch had a scorching hot body; she was throwing herself at me, while practically naked in my office. But this ensemble was not about desire.
It was designed to grab control.
And she had succeeded. I'd been expecting Jessica, not Jen.
Consequently I'd been startled, knocked senseless, and left reeling in confusion. Jen's appearance was incongruous with the woman I thought she was; this new reality made my stomach churn. Nausea pummeled my throat. If only I'd kept my dick in check.
Tonight she was demanding my subservience. Could my resolve hold? What would happen if I refused to give in? How could I shake this bitch loose?
"Take off your pants," Jen commanded. When I sat frozen, locked away, and unable to move - she hurled an additional imperative: "Now!"
I threw my head back and rolled my eyes. I could look to the heavens for help, but I knew a miracle wasn't going to save me.
Was this really happening? Tension between Jen and I had been snowballing since the beginning of the semester, but I hadn't expected things to wind up here. I never dreamed that she would barge into my office and start making demands for me to sex her off.
Last semester Jen, my PhD advisor, and I had a fling (actually a couple of flings). We fucked and sucked each other behind the closed door of her office. All had been well. I had assumed we were just having fun, that there were no strings.
I was very wrong.
The play ended, abruptly. It turned out that Jen hadn't appreciated me having sex with other women. When she caught Jessica and I boinking in the library (with a third girl too) Jen fled the scene. Claiming to be disgusted by my desires for undergraduate flesh, my dissertation advisor scrambled for moralistic high ground.
I had been concerned shortly after getting caught; Jen held a lot of power over me. As my advisor, she had the task of being my shepherd through the PhD process. Without her full-throated support my dissertation would never make it out of the committee's hands.
I hadn't heard much from her until this semester. For awhile I thought our relationship would fumble through awkwardness to a state of cease fire.
Nope. The claws were out. She...
SLAP!
My head jerked backward as Jen smacked me across the jaw with her open palm.
"Goddamn it! Open your pants and take out your dick," Jen spat, as she held my face and pinched my cheeks. "We're going to fuck."
The buzzing in my head became a scream. My eyes clouded with red as my hands tightened their grip on the chair.
My voice was no more than a whisper. "What?" I croaked.
"I said, we're going to fuck," Jen repeated forcefully. She towered over me, her face practically pressed against mine.
The aroma of mint clung to her breath. At least Jen had the decency had to freshen up before demanding my manhood.
Something swirled inside of me. First orange, then red, and finally white; it boiled up and over. Appearing out of nowhere and everywhere at once a rage seized my muscles; they locked fiercely, vibrating with tension. This furious thing shrieked and howled, struggling against the situation. This would not happen.
"No," I murmured.
Jen cocked her head to the side, struggling with her own disbelief. "What did you say?"
This time the single word came much more clearly. "No."
My professor moved even closer. Releasing my chin, she moved so that her mouth was next to my ear. The soft heat of her words sizzled, singeing my skin. "Are you sure? You might want to rethink what you've just said. I can be very nice.'
"Or?"
Jen licked her lips and ran her fingers down my chest. "I can be the most raging bitch you have ever seen."
"Really?"
"Absolutely," she purred. She had undone the top button of my shirt and was moving lower. "You're not obtuse. You know I can rain catastrophic terror upon you unlike you have ever witnessed."
My eyes grew wide. "Is that a threat?" I asked.
"Settle down now," Jen cooed with a snake's tongue. "I'm not doing anything you don't want me to do. This is what you like. You don't need to say anything or even open your eyes. Conjure up whatever fantasy you like. I will just open my mouth and slide your cock inside. My tongue will be so hot and wet; I am a premier cocksucker after all. When you're hard, I'll move my little, lacey undergarments to the side and you will slide right in. And it'll feel so good. Remember how good it feels to fuck me?" My shoulders slumped and I relaxed for a moment. I could just give in to the temptation. Pure sensation is easy. I'd just think about Jessica.
Jessica..
