Blackmail Phone Sex Fantasy – Punishing The Naughty Professor – Part 2

A bit bratty, sure, but a very lucrative blackmail fantasy phone sex. First, I informed the professor that not only would I be receiving all the right grades, but he also would be under my complete control. If I needed money, a ride, a place to crash or even bring a fuck buddy, he would be there, or his life as he knew it to be, would be over. I told the girl to go lock the door and draw the blinds, she complied.

Once my demand had been completed, I asked if she had consented to him using her mouth as a cum dumpster. And she admitted to the affair.

Apparently, this had been going on for a couple of years.

After all, the professor wasn’t very alluring to me and his dick was way less than average so I had to ask what she saw in him. She gave me some bullshit about conversations and walks before getting to the goods. When the tap was dry about how interesting and smart he was, she said he had the most amazing tongue.

While she stood, paralyzed with shock, I told her to strip down. And not to resist anything I ever say, or her friends and family as well as the dean of this school would be notified of her naughty acts. Haha, she would be kicked out of school and her life would be in ruins. I set my phone to record. Luckily, I had not worn panties that day so I didn’t have to do much. But I did open my button-up shirt to reveal my white lacy bra with a front clasp.

“Come here.”

As I commanded, she followed direction. “I want you to unclasp my bra, take out my nice perky tits, and show me how the professor uses his tongue.”

First, she released my breasts and hesitated. “Is this necessary?” She had the audacity to ask.

“Unless you want your mama to know her baby girl has been a nasty little slut, fucking her professor who is twice her age that has a wife and kids at home. Maybe mama knows what a dirty bitch you are. So, should I go to Dean Richardson?”

With tears in her eyes, she softly whispered, “I will do anything you ask of me”.

“That’s what I thought! Now do what the fuck you were told. No more whining or I’m done. Now get in there and worship my perky titties!”

She eagerly began kissing, licking, sucking, and caressing. Then, I pushed her head down until she was on her knees right in front of my wet little pussy. I lifted my skirt, spread my legs a bit, and told her, “you know what to do”.

She licked up and down my little slit softly.

“Get in there and suck on that little clit. I want that tongue deep in my pussy! I know you aren’t telling me this lanky old man gets young tight school-girl twat without having skills. You told me he was great at this. Get in there!”

With that, I pressed her face into my pussy. “Remember mama?” I whispered. Hearing this, she started sucking and licking like her life depended on it because, in a way, it did.

Directly, I noticed ole professor forming a tent in his pants from watching his little mistress eat my sweet juicy cunt. “You want some of this?” Uncontrollable laughter came over me. “You think you are going to get any of this round yummy ass? No, you didn’t deserve such a good little slut in the first place. Ya know, she is eating my pussy so good…”

I moaned.

The girl truly had skills and my sensitivity seemed to be heightened by the laughter. With all this, I couldn’t hold back. My sweet cream dripped into her hungry cocksucker as I saw the professor approach.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Did I give you permission to move, especially to approach me?” Then I looked down to the girl who had slowed her slurping. “No one told you to slow down either bitch.”

With this, she picked up the pace and Mr. Professor stood still in his tracks.

I went off!

“I am surprised that this worthless little slut even looked twice at your little dick. Who are you supposed to please with that? I am sure she has been faking it!”

“I…”, she began to speak, but the little bitch shut her mouth just as soon as I cut my eyes at her.

“I guess your mouth is the only thing that you might have going for you, teacher sir. Hahaha. I guess I can let you come taste my ass, but if I see that teeny weeny get anywhere near me, I might have to squash it like the pest it is. Pff, I think I have seen bugs bigger than that poor excuse for a cock.”

Then right away, he got down on his knees and began squeezing my cheeks. “Um, no, I said to eat my ass, not squeeze it!”

That little slut was eating my pussy like a slice of watermelon on the Fourth of July. Oh, it felt so good. And when the professor began tending to my back end, I realized his long wet tongue was a treasure. But that dick, so small and puny. What a disgrace! “Your penis is just so small, more like an oversized clit. Are you sure you aren’t really a female; and your wife got impregnated by something with some girth and length? I mean, damn! Truly, I don’t see how that thing could even fit inside a vagina to reproduce!”

His eyes looked sad, but I’m sure his wife and children would be sad to know that their daddy’s tiny cock was diddling some slutty student. Honestly, I didn’t feel bad for him as tears welled up in his eyes. But I will admit, when he licked around the rim and started tongue-fucking my tight asshole while my pussy was gushing from my clit and slit getting pleasured, it was euphoric. Actually, I had to steady myself by holding onto the corner of ole professor’s desk.

As my body shook, I squirted again, all over little miss slutty’s face. She moaned a bit… Hmm, maybe she is starting to enjoy this, I thought.

When my alarm went off, I was done. Mainly because I had another class soon.

“Leave me your number slut, I will be calling you after my next class. And professor, don’t forget, you are at my beck and call. So, I will be sure to use and abuse you so make sure you pick up that phone every time I give you a ring. Oh yeah, slut face and I will not be in class tomorrow, but I am sure we will enjoy A’s for that Art History test.”

With a wink, I pulled my shirt down and skirt up and pranced off to class just thinking about all the fun things I could do with my new toys.

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