Blackmail Phone Sex Fantasy – Punishing The Naughty Professor – Part 1

Young and fresh, straight into college, I had the world at my fingertips. Finally, I was able to move out from mom and dad’s and start a life of my own. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine how life could get any sweeter until I walked in on my college art history professor one day. He was at his desk, groaning and moaning. Generally, I would have just minded my own business and left, but I needed a good grade and although art was a subject I loved, art history was not. After all, I hated history in any shape or form, so I decided to use this to my advantage in a blackmail phone sex fantasy.

“Hey ya professor!”

I grinned as he hopped up out of his seat in sheer terror. Claiming that he thought the door was locked, it wasn’t what it seemed, and about a million other excuses and lies, I didn’t care. I told him I had him on video beating his meat in an unlocked college classroom.

“A college that claims to be so prestigious would never allow such naughty behavior. Maybe I should take this up with the dean. After all, my little virginal ears and eyes have never seen such a display of irresponsible stroking.”

I giggled. Of course, I had seen this, and probably what could be considered worse. Actually, I had already become a bit of a porn addict. Naturally, I wanted to use this to my advantage and, whether he liked it or not, that was exactly what I was going to do!

Then, he begged and promised he would do anything. Naturally, he pulled out all the stops about his career, his family, etcetera, etcetera… I just kind of teased him in a sort of condescending manner, mimicking him, and poking fun.

He was truly afraid.

Clearly, I could see the look in his eyes and knew I had broken down that wall; he was feeling defeat. Instantly, I felt a tingle, happiness and pleasure as his livelihood was on the line and he could feel it deep inside his gut.

What did I want to do with this sudden empowerment? After all, I didn’t really want to hurt him. I just wanted to use my resources to get what I wanted. And, oh, what a resource I had now!

Or so I thought, until I heard movement under his desk that obviously was not him. Then as I attempted to peak under the desk, the ole professor tried to hide something. No way, he was trying to hide someone! Immediately, I started recording on my phone again as a female student rushed to button her blouse and sneak away.

“Oh, come back little mousy. What were you doing under that desk? So funny, I thought he was just jerking off, but no. Did the professor have a little help from our half-dressed friend? Guess what babe? You are involved now too! Now, I will ruin you if you don’t do just as I say.”

Immediately ideas began to pour into my brain, I was more excited about the possibilities and less bombarded with the consequences. After all, I wasn’t worried because they wouldn’t tell. Undoubtedly, I had them wrapped around my tiny little finger.

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