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The Smell of Sex

Part 7

The Smell of Sex Ch.7
by Couture
Couture@literotica.org

(FF, panty, humil, Fd)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or  offended by sexually explicit
stories and situations.

(c) 2001 by Couture

Chapter VII

Laura rushed to Dr. Adams's class, opened the door  quietly, and sat down in the
back row trying very hard  not to be seen.  When she finally had the courage to 
look up, she saw the disapproving scowl on her  professor's face.  

'Damn!' she thought,  'I'm going to be in trouble;  that old bitch doesn't miss
anything.'

She made it through the class without drawing further  attention to herself, but
all she could think about  was sitting naked, with her legs spread wide in Dr. 
Adams's office,  and having her professor look at her  like she was some kind of
slut, while all the time  that horrible fan blew, teasing her aroused sex.

After class, Laura waited for Dr. Adams at the front  of the room, just behind
the other girls who were  waiting to talk to the professor.

'I used to be one of those girls staying after class  to ask a few choice
questions.  It never hurts to  score a few quick brownie points with the
teacher.'   Laura's eyes dropped down and gazed at the outline of  the other
girls' panties.  It made her conscious of  the absence of her own, and
re-awakened the desire in  her own sex as well.  'But now I'm just a horny slut 
craving the humiliation of spreading my legs for my  teacher while a fan dries
my sex.'

Laura stood there, eyes downcast, as the last of the  girls left the class.

"Well, if it isn't little Laurie. So nice of you to  make it to class today,
young lady." Dr. Adams packed  up the papers on her desk, not even glancing up
at the  nervous girl.

"We will discuss your tardiness and take care of your  *problem* in my office. 
Follow me young lady."  Without a backward glance, Dr. Adams turned around and 
walked briskly out the classroom toward her office.

A meek Laura walked a few steps behind her teacher.  Her gaze naturally falling
on her teacher's full,  womanly ass as it swayed. Laura could see the outline 
of lacy panties through the material of her skirt.  

When they were inside her office, Dr. Adams paused at  the entrance and locked
the door behind Laura.

"Laura, I'm very cross with you. Yesterday you cut my  class entirely.  Now
today you show up late."

Dr. Adams grimaced and turned up her nose after  smelling Laura's hair. "After
doing God knows what,"  she added.

Laura's eyes grew wide and she began to nervously  twist a stray strand of her
hair around her index  finger. 

"I'm sorry ma'am, but you know my c-c-condition. It  makes some things very . .
. um difficult for me,"  answered Laura, peeking out from under her bangs, 
trying to play the poor-little-girl-lost look for all  it would be worth.

"Well, let me see how bad it is today.  You know the  routine: take off your
clothes and sit in the chair so  I can see how wet you are.  Hmmmpf, I'm sure
you are  leaking like a faucet, since I can smell you from  here," said her
disapproving professor.

"Um-ah, it was just that, I-I was in such a rush to  get to your class ma'am,
that um . . . I didn't have  time to clean up," murmured the horrified blonde,
when  she realized she hadn't even rinsed off after her  earlier escapades with
Beth.

To delay her fate as long as she could, she started  stripping off her clothes
slowly. Then, she carefully  folded each item and placed them on the corner of
her  teacher's wooden desk. As she bent to remove her Mary  Janes and socks she
heard Dr. Adams say, "Leave on the  cute little socks and your pretty Mary
Janes, Laura.  There will be no need to take them off, will there?"

Blushing and looking at the floor, the young blonde  shook her head indicating
no.  'Let's get this over  with,' Laura thought, as she sat down on the wooden 
chair and spread her legs slightly.

"Laura," Dr. Adams chided Laura disapprovingly, "You  know your legs go over the
arm rails."

Laura dreaded showing off her denuded aroused sex, but  she obeyed her teacher
and placed her legs over the  arm rails.

Dr. Adams began to circle the blushing girl, tracing  various parts of her body
with a ruler.

"What is that written on your chest Laura?" Dr. Adams  said, as she slapped the
breast on which Beth's name  and phone number were inscribed with her wooden
ruler.

"Ouch! . . .  um, it's a friend of mine.  I'm supposed  to call her and ah . . .
ask her to meet me at my dorm  tonight to ahh . . . study.   I-I forget things
so she  -- I mean, *I* wrote her phone number on my b-breast  so when . . . um .
. . I change clothes tonight, I'll  be sure to s-s-see it and remember to call
her."

"Uh-huh.  Sure it is, Laura," Dr. Adams said  skeptically. Her voice sounded
unconvinced.

To Laura's horror, her teacher picked up the phone  from her desk and made a
call.  Then after a short  period of time, she said, "Hi Beth, this is Dr.
Adams.   Laura wanted me to tell you to meet her at room 314 in  Parker Hall
tonight at 8:00 to *study*." Smiling, she  hung up the phone.

"Wouldn't it have been a lot smarter to just leave a  message?  Well we can't
expect too much out of some  people can we, Laurie?" 

'God!  She must think I'm the dumbest blonde on the  planet,' Laura thought, as
she shook her head  indicating her agreement.

Dr. Adams bent down and traced Laura's bare sex with  her ruler.  "I see you're
going for the *complete*  little girl look now. I like it! It suits someone like 
*you* so well."

"Why, with those small breasts of yours, the hairless  vagina, and schoolgirl
clothes, if I didn't know  better, I could swear that you were about -- oh --
say  twelve years old.  You definitely acted like a little  girl today when you
didn't show me the proper respect  and failed to come to my class on time.  I
think we  will have to address that *right now*," said the  stern, older woman,
as she pointed her ruler at the  cowering student.

"Okay, you want to be a little girl, then we'll just  have to treat you like
one!  I want you to stand up  facing my desk and lean over and grab the far edge 
with both of your hands . . . *this instant*!"

"Good girl," Dr. Adams assured the blonde, as she  assumed the correct position. 
"Now, bend way on down  there and lay your forgetful little head on the desk. 
You will keep those legs together and straight, if you  know what's good for
you.  Remain completely still and  silent, until I'm finished," commanded Dr.
Adams.   "That's my girl.  Posture and respect are so very  important for young
women."

Laura was very uncomfortable with this new position.  She couldn't see Dr. Adams
or what she was doing, but  she could feel her Achilles tendons stretched
tautly,  from her ankles to her naked ass. Her breasts were  mashed against the
cold glass top of the wooden desk.

'Why does she have me positioned like this? She can't  dry me in this position,"
wondered Laura. Then a cold  realization struck her.  She was about to be
spanked -  for the first time in her whole life.  Just like some  disobedient
little girl.

"Well Laura, tonight when you look at your tiny  breast, you will remember your
friend - um,  Beth, was  it, is coming over to study.  But, for the next few 
days, when you attempt to sit down, you will think of  *me*, and you will
remember to come to my class . . .  "



Dr. Adams brought the ruler down smartly on the tender  flesh of Laura's milky
white bottom.

". . . *ON TIME*!"

"Oooo, please . . . don't do . . . OHH!" Laura  pleaded.



"Oooo, please . . . don't, I've OOO . . ."



"OW OW OW!!!" Laura surged forward onto the desk  knocking off some papers as
she lay across the cold  glass surface and brought both her hands back to cover 
the delicate cheeks of her now smarting ass.

"God! Please . . . that hurts . . . please!" Laura  begged, as she rubbed the
burning ass cheeks, of her  still wiggling rump.

"Laura! Behave yourself girl. You moved and talked,  when I said not to, so I'm
afraid those don't licks  don't count," the professor chided her errant student.

"Now we're just going to do this, *all over again*.   We can keep at this till
you take the twenty-five  licks you deserve like a grown woman, instead of some 
spoiled little twelve-year-old brat. Now get back  where you were and we'll
begin again."   Laura blushed hearing her fears realized. Dr. Adams no  longer
saw her as a grown woman with opinions, but as  a spoiled, disobedient child.

'Well, I'll prove to her that I'm not a child,' she  vowed, as she got back into
the humiliating position.   She was determined to endure her punishment like a 
grown-up *woman*!

"That's much better.  Now, count them out little  girl!" sneered Dr. Adams.




"Gasp . . . um . . . one."   "Louder, you little baby."   

"Owww . . . TWO!"



"As we're doing this for you own good, 'thank me' and  tell me that in future
you will do as you are told,  you spoiled brat!"     

"THREE!"

"Thank you Dr. Adams, I will do as I'm told from now  on."    

"That's my good girl - keep going"

Laura's cheeks were turning a dark shade of red as she  struggled to keep her
hands on the desk, her Mary  Janes on the floor, and her ass right up there for
her  deserved punishment.



"FOUR! Thank you  Dr. Adams, I w-w-will do as  I'm told from now on."



"Awwwww. Is the poor widdle baby crying?"

Humiliated by her tears and nakedness, Laura's strong  will caved in.  She
openly cried like a baby in front  of the older woman.



" FIVE . . . thank you Dr. Adams, yes . . . I'm   c-c-crying . . .
because IT HURTS!

"   

 "Keep those little girlie shoes of yours flat on the  floor and that ass up
high, little Laurie!"



It went on and on, and Laura's ass now seemed to be on  fire.

"Seventeeeeeennnnn! Please Dr. Adams I-I-I can't t-t- take it anymore . . . I'll
do anything . . . p-please  just stop spanking me . . . " blubbered the girl 
openly crying, who had long since given up on her  proper position. 

Dr. Adams was very upset, both with Laura and herself.   Why, she had gotten so
aroused from spanking the  spoiled slut's ass that she had let the little bitch 
get all out of position. Even though the small blonde  looked good enough to
eat, sprawled out on top of her  desk crying like a child, it was no excuse for
her to  get lax. The goal she was hoping to achieve was much  larger than her
own arousal or the discomfort the  little brat on her desk was undergoing.

'I've been waiting for this moment for nineteen years,  I must keep control of
myself," thought the professor.

"Laura, Laura, Laura," Dr. Adams tsked,  "I'm afraid  those didn't count either.
If your mother had brought  you up properly, instead of turning out a
weak-willed  spoiled whiny brat, none of this would have had to  happen."

"Rule number one is that you don't get out of your  licks, ever; especially from
ME!"

We can maybe postpone them or maybe you can work them  off, just maybe, but you
can never get out of them."  The older woman addressed her remarks to her
student's  now bright red ass, as she rubbed her own sweating  hands over
Laura's burning ass flesh.

Laura didn't object.  She would do anything to avoid  that ruler, besides, the
soft cool hands actually felt  nice on her aching ass. Laura regretted her
mother  hadn't been stricter with her when she was growing up  instead of
leaving her to learn about such things on  her own.

"Come on girl, get up and clean up that mess you made  on my desk, and be quick
about it," demanded a stern  Dr. Adams, who stood over Laura, menacingly holding 
her wicked ruler.

'Oh God!' Laura thought, as she looked down. She had  covered the glass desktop
with a nasty smear of her  sweat, tears, snot, and girlie cum. Laura frantically 
looked around the room for napkins, tissues, or  anything, but could find
nothing to mop up with.   Reluctantly, she picked up her precious cashmere 
sweater. As she ran it over her tear-stained face, she  thought, 'Goodbye baby,
you were a beautiful sweater.'

Then she commenced using it to wipe her fluids off the  glass desktop.

Dr Adams inspected as she worked and observed, "Very  good Laura, at least you
are good at cleaning up. But  it's getting late and I have another appointment,
so  we need to finish up here."

Assume your drying position in the chair over there.  You can remember that,
can't you?"

First, lay your nasty sweater on the chair seat. That  will help keep your
odious juices off my nice clean  chair, little girl. We'll come back to the
subject of  your licks at a later time."

Laura placed her sweater on the chair and then sat on  it.  Then she spread her
legs over each arm rest  facing her demanding, stern professor.  She was still 
totally embarrassed at showing her open sex to anyone,  even another woman. 
However, the downright fear of  her harsh teacher and her ruler had the shy girl 
displaying her body almost with enthusiasm.

"Let's see that nasty crack of yours today.  Come on  girl, spread those lips
for me!" the teacher said, as  she watched the young girl reach down reluctantly
and  spread her labia wide.

"Ugh! It's as sloppy as ever.  Worse even.  Why, your  pussy is leaking like a
faucet.  Ha Ha.  I think I'll  call you *Leaky Laurie*!" Dr Adams laughed, as
she  scraped the flat top of her ruler between Laura's  spread lips, causing the
young girl to gasp. Finally,  she wiped the soaked ruler top on Laura's face.

"Well, let's try to dry your sloppy cunny before your  condition gets worse,"
Dr. Adams said, as she turned  her desk fan on high and pointed it directly down
at  Laura's spread-open sex lips.

"You know, Laura, or should I say, *Leaky Laurie*, I  think I've come up with an
idea about how to get at  those nasty juices hiding inside your vagina.  See?"

The doctor had opened her left top desk drawer, and  pulled out a curious
plastic device, which she held  under Laura's sniveling nose.  "This thing is
called a  breast pump, Laura.  Women use this to pump milk out  of their breasts
to feed to their babies.

"We're going to use it for a slightly different  purpose.  I've modified it a
little and we're going to  use it to suck all that nasty girlie cum right out of 
your vagina."

"So, it's actually a good thing you shaved your pubes.  This way, without all
those pesky hairs in the way, we  can really create a much better vacuum. Now
hold still  while I . . ."

She had plugged the thing in and was now placing the  modified cup over Laura's
gaping sex hole.

'Oh!  Oh! Ooooo shit! OH! That feels good," thought  Laura, as the pump started
to suck at her flowing  pussy.  It pulled the juices out of her and deposited 
them into the small cup below. Then it paused . . .  and sucked at her cunt
again.

"Oh!! damn! Oh damn!" Laura gasped.  'This thing is  gonna make me cum.'

"Does that hurt, Laura?" asked the amused professor,  as she observed her
creation's work on the little  blonde's sex.

"Ahhhhh . . . No-no, it doesn't . . . Ohhh -- h-u-r- t," Laura purred from deep
within her chest, as she  bucked her hips into the pump's cup.

Dr. Adams held the pump against Laura's bare,  thrusting sex until it looked as
though the poor  shaking girl was on the verge of an intense orgasm.   Suddenly,
she pulled the device off at the last  second. 

Just as soon as Laura felt the warm delicious wave of  pleasure began to
permeate her body, the sucking  stopped.  Her climax dissipated, fading back
from  whence it had come.  Laura's body sought her  mechanical lover: her ass
rose off the seat and into  the air searching, praying that the pump was there 
just out of reach. 

Laura opened her eyes and looked up at Dr. Adams who  was ignoring her and
looking curiously at the  secretions collected in the cup.  "Please?" Laura 
begged meekly, as she lowered her hands to her cunt.

Dr. Adams looked down at the frustrated girl, "Stop  that this instant! This is
supposed to be for your  medical condition, *not* your perverted pleasures!" 
sneered the stern woman slapping Laura's questing  hands away from her bare sex.

The older woman watched as Laura blushed and began to  settle back down into the
chair.  The young girl  looked up at her with her hopeful, bright blue eyes as 
she willed her body back into the required position.   When Dr. Adams was
satisfied her student was going to  behave, she again applied the pump to the
eager girl.   She took the frustrated girl to the brink of climax,  not two, but
three more times.

Each time the warm flush of arousal would spread down  between the young girl's
immature breasts that rose  and fell with her shallow gasps.  She spread her
long  lean legs and tried to still her body's reaction, as  if the older woman
would reward her for her obedience. 

However, as sexy as the young girl looked biting her  lower lip and her face
scrunched up delightfully in  pleasure lookedd, Dr. Adams once again withdrew
the  pump, causing the young girl to moan in  disappointment.

Laura reached to grab the pump, but then hesitated  under the teacher's harsh
glare. Then she willed her  hands back down and grabbed the back legs of her 
chair, her knuckles turning white from the force.  She  looked up into her
teacher's condescending eyes, then  glanced down, staring at her swollen pink
sex. "Please  . . ." she whimpered.

"Please what, Laurie?" Dr. Adams asked, as she lifted  Laura's chin up, so that
the young girl faced her.

'Please, don't make me say it.  Don't make me expose  my dirty thoughts and then
laugh at me,' Laura  thought, trying to win a battle against her body, but 
losing. 

"Please, leave it on until I . . . cum."

"Laura, I know you can't help how you were brought up.   I sympathize, I really
do, but do you think that it is  fair for you to have an orgasm all by yourself?
What  about me?" Dr. Adams explained to the frustrated girl  as if it was the
most natural thing in the world.   "Anyone but a spoiled, self-centered, little
brat  would know that to get someone to do something nice  for you, you have to
do something nice for them . . .  *first*!"

"OH GOD PLEASE . . . I'll make you cum Dr. Adams . . .  I swear I will!" cried
Laura, clutching the doctor's  left arm, her wishful red face peering up beneath
her  wet sweaty hair. She prayed the older woman would  relieve the burning need
in her cunt.

"Well Laura, I am a proper woman and I have special  needs.  It's just that it
takes longer for me to get  off than some slutty little brat like you.

"Do you think if I let you try, you could maybe . . .  make me cum? If you could
do that, perhaps I could see  my way to leave the pump on until you have the
best  climax of your pathetic, self-centered, little life."

"Oh please, Dr. Adams, I know I can.  I'll do a good  job. I promise.  Please?

"Please let me try . . . *PLEASE*!" Laura begged.

"Well, okay, I'll let you try," said a smiling Dr.  Adams, as she picked up
Laura's clothes and the breast  pump.  She carefully placed them into her lower
left  desk drawer, then reached up under her skirt and  pulled off her lacy
black panties. She was going to  put them in the drawer as well, but when she
saw the  little blonde girl's eyes she decided to place them  over the girl's
head.    "Taste me," Dr. Adams said as she centered the wet  crotch of her
panties over her face.  Then, with her  finger she pushed the silk fabric into
the lusting  girl's sucking mouth, causing the young girl to moan.

"Laura, if someone comes by and hears you making  grunting and moaning noises
while my door is locked,  we could both get in a lot of trouble.  So, while I go 
and unlock my door, you hide underneath my desk."

'Wait, I'm not dressed!' Laura thought, but the older  woman was already on her
way to the door.  Laura flew  out of the chair and then scooted under the desk,
just  as Dr. Adams unlocked the door.

Dr. Adams walked back to her chair, looked down at the  kneeling blonde and
smiled.  She picked up Laura's  cashmere sweater and spread it on the seat of
her  chair. 'No sense in wetting my chair,' she thought, as  she raised the back
of her dress and sat down on her  bare ass.  Then she removed her panties from
Laura's  head.  "Don't be selfish, you're about to get the real  thing now," she
said. "See, now, I can put my legs  over your shoulders like so," the teacher
said,  placing her thighs over the blonde's shoulders and  sliding forward,
filling the submissive girl's face  completely, providing Laura total access to
her hairy  wet cunt.

"Now, all I have to do, is lay my skirt on top of you,  while you try to please
me, safe and sound from any  prying eyes.  That way if someone comes in, all
they  will see is me, just sitting here grading papers all  by myself."

Laura, was very embarrassed about being in an unlocked  room, hidden naked under
a desk, pleasuring an older  woman, but she was beyond caring about the risk at 
this point.  All of Laura's concentration was centered  on her hot, wet,
frustrated sex.

As Laura began to service the older woman's pussy, Dr.  Adams thought, 'Mmmmm. 
I've always wondered how those  male chauvinist pigs felt when they get some
bimbo  secretary to get on their knees and give them a blow  job.'

'Ahhh fuck! It is only right that a liberated woman  such as myself,  gets
to experience this  pleasure.  Oh yes, I've waited for this moment for  nineteen
years and it was worth every minute of it!'

"Ahhh!" Dr. Adams cried; then she looked down and saw  that her personal pussy
licker was masturbating her  clit. "You selfish bitch, concentrate on the job at 
hand!"  The older woman grabbed Laura's hands, put  them underneath her ass,
then sat on them.

Not being able to pleasure herself until the dominant  older lady had been
satisfied, motivated Laura to work  that much harder.  She turned all her
attention to the  older woman's pussy, working her tongue and lips with 
enthusiasm as she tried to follow her professor's  demanding orders.

"That's it.  That's it girl!" Dr. Adams encouraged,  "but, flutter your tongue
on my clit more.  Now go way  down and push it in my cunt."

"Oh!  Harder you leaky bitch!  Suck it now. No-no,  that's getting repetitious,
front to back . . . *then* side to side."

The demanding woman continually corrected her  subservient student and when
displeased, she would  painfully twist the girl's ear or nipples.

To reward her licker, the older woman would massage  the girl's small breasts or
run her nylon covered toes  on Laura's denuded cunt. In just forty minutes,
Laura  was licking pussy like she had done it all her life.



'OH GOD!' thought Laura, 'someone's at the door. She  tried raised her head, but
banged it on the underside  of the desktop.    Dr. Adams slid her chair further
underneath the desk  wedging the girl tightly underneath.  Laura slid back  as
far as she could, but it wasn't enough. Finally,  she had to squat on the dirty
floor, legs held wide by  her professor's slightly spread knees.  

Now, she found her face pressed tightly between Dr.  Adams's thick thighs, held
fast by the teacher's dress  as it was pulled down over her naked body.  She was 
effectively immobilized and most disconcerting was the  wheel of Dr. Adams's
chair was embedded neatly in  Laura's pussy.

"Oh, it's you Susan. Come on in. Come in and have a  seat. Now, what can I do
for you?" Dr. Adams said  sweetly.

'Oh No! It's Susan Riggs. She's in the sorority I'm  pledging.' Laura was
horrified. 'She can't find me  like this! I'd just die.'

Laura wanted to panic, but all she could do was to  stay perfectly motionless
staring at the wet matted  hair and pink blossomed lips of her teacher's sex, 
pressed against her cheeks and under her nose. She  tried to raise her head off
the older woman's pussy,  but when she did Laura felt her ear being twisted.

'OH GOD! NO! She can't possibly expect me to do this  now!' Laura thought.

But, Dr. Adams was persistent and kept twisting the  ear harder and harder.
Finally Laura quietly began to  lick the parted lips in front of her face.

All the while, the older woman chatted with her future  sorority sister as if
nothing was out of the ordinary.   However, she slid her chair back and forth
slightly  driving the chair wheel repeatedly into Laura's  aroused cunt flesh.

'Damn! I wish that dumb spoiled slut would leave so  that I can relieve my
frustrations.  Hell, who am I  kidding, I am the one on my knees servicing an
old  woman; I'm the dumb spoiled slut," Laura thought, as  she worked her tongue
over her teacher's crinkled sex  bud.    Laura concentrated on licking the older
woman's pussy  without making any sound, while pushing her own cunt  into the
chair wheel.  She lost track of time and the  conversation above her.  She was
jerked back to  reality when she felt the chair wheel rudely pulled  away from
her sex, when Dr. Adams scooted her chair  back.    The older woman pulled her
dress up and spread her  legs wide.  She pulled Laura by her ears tightly into 
her aroused sex.

"Okay she's gone now!  Be quick now . . . finish me  off my leaky slut!" Dr.
Adams demanded.

Laura applied every trick, she had learned in the  previous hour. She worked her
aching tongue and sore  lips over the older woman's large, crinkled, musky sex 
with a vengeance.

"OH GOD! That's it, you little slut! Make momma cum .  . . oh I'm gonna cum so
*hard* you lezzie bitch. Oh- oh-oh . . . I'm cummmmminnnnng . . . you're makin'
me  cum little girl. Lick it all up . . . Don't you dare  make a mess."

Part of Laura was horrified by her teacher's language.  Especially, calling her
a lesbian and calling herself  momma, but Laura also found the dirty talk
further  inflamed her desires.

Her teacher pulled on Laura's ears, mashing the  blonde's face into her sex,
then as she came she  smothered the blonde in her juices. The young girl 
hungrily drank it all down, then politely began  licking and cleaning her
Professor's sex as she had  been taught earlier, by Goddess Goth.

"Mmmmm . . . that's it. Clean momma off. Wash up my  nasty juices with your cute
little girlie tongue, you  spoiled little bitch. Oh yeah, work off your licks on 
my pussy you small-titted slut. Ahhhh . . ."   "Stay where you are Laura, while
I go and lock the  door," Dr. Adams said, as she stood up on trembling  legs and
locked the door.

"Okay, let's give you your just deserts, baby. Come  on, get out from under that
desk and . . ." Dr. Adams  was interrupted when, in attempting to get out from 
under the desk, Laura accidentally stuck her head  under her teacher's dress. 
"My -- my -- my, you  really love my pussy, don't you?"

Laura quickly pulled the skirt off her head, then  stood up.  She was humiliated
that she was naked and  covered in the older woman's shiny juices, while the 
teacher remained fully dressed.

Dr. Adams grabbed Laura by the arms and guided her  body to the desk behind her. 
"Okay, now I want you to  lie down on your back, on top of my desk."

Dr. Adams moved to the back of the desk, and cradling  Laura's head, gently
eased the girl down until her  back was on the desk.  "Spread those lean legs
for  momma, I want your hairless sex facing my chair," Dr.  Adams said.   Laura
complied, exposing her red, swollen, open sex to  her lecherous teacher's
scrutiny.  Dr. Adams walked back and removed the breast pump from  her drawer
and sat down between Laura's legs.


"Not good enough, get these legs up out of my way if  you want your nasty cum,"
ordered Dr. Adams, as she  pushed Laura's cute little Mary Jane shoes up,
forcing  her knees onto her under-developed chest. Then,  spreading her knees
wide, leaving Laura extremely  exposed, Dr. Adams applied the modified pump
between  the girl's red, swollen labia.   "You'll have to help Laurie -- hold on
to your ankles  so my little angel will be available to me," cooed the 
professor.  Dr. Adams applied the modified breast pump  to Laura's swollen sex
and turned it all the way up.

When the machine pumped it made a *dzzzt* sound as the  young girls pussy was
sucked outward into the vacuum  and her sweet pussy juices collected in the
bottle.

"Does my little girl like having her pussy sucked?"  Dr. Adams asked, even
though she already knew the  answer by the young girl's symptoms.



"Oh yes, ma'am!"



"My nice little baby's cunt is filling the bottle with  her nasty cum.  What's
she going to do with it?" asked  the older woman.

"I don't know," Laura said.  "OH!" she then exclaimed  as she realized what was
in the doctor's mind.   

"Will my leaky lezzie girl drink up all her girlie  cum?"

"Ugh - No p-p-please, don't make me ah-do that."

"I guess, I will just have to take the pump off," Dr.  Adams threatened.



"Oh, no please don't ma'am, ! I'll d-d-rink it."



"Are you going to be mommy's little lezzie slut?"

"Uh-huh. I'm going to be your little . . ." Laura  began tossing her head from
side to side, as she began  to feel the hot waves of pleasure spread throughout 
her sex.



"Ahhh . . . lezzie slut.

"I'll eat your p . . ."



"p-p-usssy underneath your desk



"Ahhh . . . I'll let you s-spank my . . .



"naughty ass"



"Oh Fuck!  I'm cumming ma'am....oh...oh...oh.....I'm  cummmmiiiiinnnng."



Laura spurted her fluids in the slurping machine as  she hugged her knees
tightly to her chest.

When Dr. Adams removed the breast pump from Laura's  red, swollen sex and took
off the bottle, it was half  full of Laura's sexual secretions. She brought it
up  to the blonde's gasping mouth as Laura grimaced and  turned her head to the
side.

Laura, it seemed, was no longer interested in  following through on the deal she
had committed to in  her moment of passion.

"Drink it and be sure to get it all out sweetie, or we  will have to go and
finish your spanking," lectured  the older woman.

Having no choice, Laura opened her mouth and let the  horrible woman pour the
contents of the bottle into  her mouth. She swallowed it all while trying not to 
gag.

When the bottle was empty, Dr. Adams made Laura lick  the remainder of her
fluids from the walls of the  container.

"Remember, good girls must always clean up their  messes Laura.

"Well, I hope you learned some manners and respect  today, young lady.
Hopefully, this has taught you the  importance of following my orders. I'll see
you  tomorrow, promptly.

"Have a good evening Leaky Laurie."   Slowly, Laura put her skirt over her
aching body and  having no other option, her very wet, musky, ruined  sweater
went around her chest, clinging to her small  tits.  Finally, with her mind in a
daze, she left the  room to go back to her dorm. It was as if her whole  world
had been turned upside down.  Why, in just two  short days, the poor blonde had
gone from the uptight,  snobbish, prick-teaser her mother had raised her to  be,
to the biggest lesbian slut on the campus.

"I'll have to talk to Monique! She must step up my  treatment . . . *she really
must*!" Laura thought, as  she entered her dorm.

To be continued . . .  

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