Professor Wolf 2

There's something I need to say about blackmail. Blackmail is not consent. It's someone doing something because they're afraid of the consequences. Which makes it no different than holding a gun to someone's head. Sex because of blackmail is still rape.

Why do I bring this up? Because I want to be sure that it's clear that while this story has elements of blackmail, it isn't real; they offer to give him back the evidence without question. It's always his choice, which means it's always consensual.

And that's important to me.

Start of the Semester (2)

Professor Wolf struggled against the plastic tie, but there was no point. It was tight around his wrists, and there just wasn't time. Any minute, the car would stop. Any minute, the girls would come and open the trunk. And then, who knows?

Teresa was there when the trunk opened. She looked down at him with smirk that was lightyears away from innocent. “Are you ready to behave now?” she asked. “Ready to obey?”

He nodded.

“Say yes mistress.”

Professor Wolf swallowed, closed his eyes, and let the words slip out “Yes mistress.”

She reached down and patted him on that head. “See that?” she said. “Felt good, didn't it? Nice to not have to deny yourself.”

He gave her a nervous smile, still not sure that things were really happening, still not sure what he wanted to do, if he wanted to get away at all. He was confused, and so he didn't resist.

And the next thing he knew, he was in a basement room, naked on the carpet.

“Welcome to Sigma Epsilon Chi,” Quinn said. She stood in the same boots he had kissed not an hour ago, still a walking exception to the rule against wearing tights as pants. “You're going to spend the night here with us. Then you can go, if you want to.”

Lisa laughed from the side. “He's not going to want to,” she said. “He'll want to come back.”

“You can't do this,” Wolf said.

“Of course we can, Teresa said. “Did you forget the picture?”

He felt himself go pale. “That's extortion.”

She shrugged. “Technically, it's blackmail. But we really just did it so you could justify things to yourself. To make it easier on you. But if you want, you can have the pictures back. We'll delete them from our phones in the morning. Just say the word.”

“Of course, if you do that,” Quinn reminded him, “You won't have any excuse for letting us do what we're going to do.”

“What are you going to do?”

Teresa laughed. “Is your memory really that shitty professor? We already told you. We're going to get you off. After we use our strap ons.”

Wolf's eyes rose above their boots for the first time. He traced their legs, then saw the harnesses they were wearing. The harnesses with big rubber cocks sticking out of them. Quinn and Lisa both had bright pink cocks. Teresa's was black. Not black like the color; it was black like it belonged to a black man. He even saw veins where they were supposed to be. She smirked down at him. “I'll let you guess who this was modeled on,” she said.

He took a deep breath. He knew the truth of the matter; he was turned on by the idea. And, being naked, he knew they could tell. The three of them, so gorgeous, so wonderfully sexy, so young perfect; if they wanted to fuck him, it would be a dream. Just like they'd said it was.

But dreams don't always go the way one might hope.

“You're kind of lucky this is the very start of the semester,” Lisa said. “We don't have any pledges yet. It's just the girls who actually live in the house.”

Wolf was about to ask what she meant when the door opened and more girls walked in. Wolf didn't recognize any of them, though he knew he'd seen some of them on campus. There was a tall black girl, all graceful lines and gorgeous chocolate skin, wearing a bright white strap on that kept dragging his attention away from her magazine quality body.

There was an asian girl, short and perfect, wearing a wonderful little schoolgirl outfit, the skirt held up by a huge purple strap on; hers was easily the biggest in the room, and looked almost ridiculous on her.

A latina girl wore dirty combat boots and baggy pants, her pink cock sticking out of her zipper as if it were real. She had an evil smirk on her face.

Still more girls came in. There were red heads and blonds, more asians, girls with darker or lighter skin. And very few of them had the level of perfection Lisa Quinn and Teresa could brag.

It wasn't that any of them were unattractive. They were young girls, all of them at the height of teenage or early twenties beauty. They were all girls who would have rejected him when he had been in college. Well, most of them. But none of them were repulsive. They just weren't as good looking as the girls who had brought him to the house.

“There are twenty of us here tonight,” Lisa said. “And you have two holes for us to fuck. I know you don't teach math, but even you know this is going to take a long time. We're going to use you until we get bored or until the sun comes up. Whichever happens first. And we promised you could cum when we were done with you.”

“But you were a bad boy before,” Teresa said. “So before you cum, you're going to ask each girl to spit on you. You can have them spit in your mouth or on your face, but we won't let you clean up before you leave. It's a long walk back to your office.” there was laughter around the room, and Wolf knew he'd be swallowing a lot of their spit.

“Assume the position,” Quinn said. “Hands and knees, like a doggie.” She went and stood with her legs spread. “We'll start as soon as you put my cock in your mouth.” She laughed at that. “Bet you've never heard that before.”

Once Wolf had his lips around her strap on, Quinn grabbed his ears and shoved it down his throat. His eyes went wide, but he didn't even have time to gag. Someone slapped a bit of lube on his ass, then fucked their way inside. He couldn't see who; Quinn had too tight a grip on his head.

She looked down at him. “Maybe I'll just hold you here for the rest of the night,” she said. “It's not like I'll ever go soft.” She smirked. “And this way, you won't know who fucks you. You'll just go to class tomorrow and start teaching. All week, you'll wonder if the girls in your class have fucked you in the ass. You'll wonder if those smiles are because they heard you moan as they shoved their rubber cocks into your ass. And every time one of them raises their hand, you'll wonder if they're going to tell the whole class that you came on their boots and then licked the cum clean.” She leaned down, her hair draping over his face. “And you will lick your cum clean,” she said. “I promise.”

Wolf closed his eyes and tried to hold in the moan as the cock behind him started to pound against his prostate. But it was just a matter of time.

They laughed at him when he started moaning. Cock after cock took its turn on his ass, and Quinn held hers in his mouth the whole time, sliding in and out every so often, every time she thought he was drifting off. They stood around him, boots out under his stomach. Every so often, they'd loosen the strap around his cock, and he would scream and cum wildly, splashing against boot after boot. That was a lot of licking he was going to end up doing.

And he knew he would. He'd lick his cum, some of it hours old, from the boots of these girls who were at best ten years younger than him. And then he'd ask them to spit in his mouth.

Then he'd spend the next week knowing that these girls were in his class, and that if anyone said anything, he'd lose his job.

“You can come back on Friday if you want,” Lisa said later, when he finished cleaning her boot of his cum. “Next weekend we'll do ass play, and you can spend the whole time as our urinal. Won't that be great?”

Wolf clenched his teeth and nodded, knowing that he would be there. Knowing he would take the risk with his job.

Knowing it was worth it.