Anna Jones was a good girl, and she was determined to make the most of the new opportunity that had presented itself to her. She did everything she could to please Professor Dong, so that she would receive high marks at Cock Whore Academy and qualify for a full scholarship in the second semester.
Anna thought of her poor father, who had recently been part of what was now euphemistically called a "workforce imbalance correction." -In other words, the upper management at the sardine processing plant where he had worked his whole life had canned his ass, just so they could see the value of their stock go up a quarter point in the next fiscal quarter. -The only job he could get now was a part time position folding jeans at The Gash, which paid only minimum wage and offered no job security, no benefits, and no pension of any kind.
Anna's big sister Emily was, if anything, worse off than her father. At least her father wasn't jerking off middle aged drunks with his voice for pennies on the dollar at Knight Flush. And he didn't have a quarter of a million dollars in student loans from the local state college that would likely never be paid back in his lifetime, as he polished his fat ass on the couch in the basement and dreamed of having a gallery show of his own.
When her father lost his job at the sardine factory, Anna's mother decided that she had to go back to work too. All she could get was a shift at Captain Ahab's, making eight dollar lattes for the very people who had fired her husband and destroyed her daughters' chances of ever making enough money to lead a decent middle class life.
Anna's mother had been an elementary school teacher at one time. But the right-wing, crypto fascists in Washington had broken her union, reduced her pay to less than what she could make slinging hash in a diner, and to add insult to injury, made her job impossible, with curriculum expectations and a workload that two twenty-five year olds, high on crystal meth, could never have accomplished with a class of ten year olds, addicted to high fructose corn syrup and their cell phones,
Between the three of them, they were barely making enough money to pay the monthly rent on a crumby, one bedroom apartment, and to buy baloney and white bread for sandwiches.
Anna knew she had to do something. She had to work as hard as she could, in order to help her family and save them from economic ruin, in the Land of the Free and the Home of the Default Credit Swap Speculators.
And at this particular prep school, being a "good girl" and "working hard" meant sucking cock and swallowing cum on a daily basis. It meant never wearing panties, and never touching a hair on her cunt, her thighs, her tummy, or her asshole. It meant demonstrating the Cock Whore Academy motto-"Those Balls Aren't Going to Suck Themselves" with every male she came across on campus -from the President of the College, to the janitors who swept the cafeteria floors after lunch. And it meant stretching her little cunt with progressively bigger and bigger dildos, each and every night, in anticipation of the day that her professor would pole her little pink hole until she cried.
And when the big day came, Anna thought she had prepared herself well. She had learned to take the biggest dildo in Professor Dong's briefcase deep in her little snatch, to feel the rubber head of the dick touch the tip of her cervix on the in-stroke, and to cum so hard that she could push the dong out of her fuckhole just by squeezing her cunt muscles.
As she walked down the hall to Dong's office, teetering on her six inch heels, and tugging at the back of her kilt in a vain attempt to get it to cover her ass cheeks, Anna noticed how wet she was. She was so excited at the prospect of finally being fucked by her handsome professor that her juices were beginning to run down her leg.
Professor Dong was gracious and gregarious, as always. He invited her into his office, instructed her to sit down on his leather couch and spread her legs, and proceeded to eat her pussy to half a dozen powerful orgasms. -And then he kicked off his shoes, removed his socks, unbuckled his belt, pulled off his trousers and boxers, and positioned the fat, uncut head of his enormous dick at the tiny, tender opening to Anna's little snatch.
Gently, he moved the big head of his cock back and forth along her little labia, poking at her clit and teasing this pulsing rosebud of flesh before easing his cockhead inside the wet slit of his little strawberry blonde student.
"I'm just going to put the head of my cock inside you now, Anna. Just the head," Dong said, smiling down at Anna, who looked up at her professor with her big green eyes, filled with an odd mixture of adoration, fear, and anticipation.
"OOOh, it's so big, Professor Dong. Please go slowly, sir. Please take this whore's cunt slowly, sir," Anna replied, "because I'm just so tiny, and well, you're just so big."
"It's a tight fit, Anna," Dong replied, smiling at her broadly, "but trust me my dear girl, I owe it to you as my student, and to the entire Academy, to do everything in my power to make it fit."
"Now take a deep breath, Anna, while I put in just three inches. Only three inches, Anna."
