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The Mentor, Chapter 2
I suggest you read chapter 1 of the story first
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The scent of her arousal was overpowering. I knew she must have been highly turned-on from the ministrations
Laura had been performing on her when I caught them in the bathroom, and it was clear that her catching me
and now dominance of me (along with Laura) was taking her to a more heightened state.
“Come on Bob, I told you to do something,” Susan commanded in a stern voice. I knew I had no choice but to
continue doing what she told me, as I could not risk what she could do to my career if she chose to expose me
for spying on her and Laura in the women’s room.
I did as she had commanded, leaning forward as my hands were spread out on either side of her legs resting on
the couch. This brought my face in contact with her panties, which as soon as I felt them I could tell were an
expensive silk variety. The first touch also confirmed the state of her arousal, as they were absolutely soaked
through. I tentatively stuck my tongue out, touching it to the sodden material. I drew my tongue up toward the
top of her slit, then downward, and continued this pattern a few times. As I did this, I realized that her panties
were pressed tightly against her labia, with apparently no pussy hair propping them up off of her crotch.
Somehow I was not surprised to learn that Susan was clean shaven down there.
“That’s a good, boy, now a little bit harder,” I heard Susan say as I continued.
Something in her tone of voice or her choice of words hit me, and I began to pull out from underneath her skirt.
But as soon as I removed my tongue from her panties, I heard her hiss, “Did I tell you to stop? Now get back
there and do as you’re told or there will be hell to pay, Bob. Just do everything I tell you and you’ll get out of
here with your reputation intact, I promise.”
Then she added in a lighter tone with a chuckle, “But no promises about your manhood and pride.”
Resigned to my fate, I returned to what I had been doing, now applying more pressure to her slit as I continued
up and down. It was hard to believe it could happen, but her panties seemed to be getting even wetter as I
continued, almost dripping with her secretions, causing the air under her skirt to become even more fetid.
I felt her scoot her ass forward a bit, bringing her crotch into even stronger contact with my tongue and face. I
felt her body relaxing also, as she lay back further into the couch and spread her legs a bit more, pushing my
hands even wider on the outside of them. It was becoming difficult to maintain my balance, and my knees were
getting quite sore. This made me think of what Laura had been doing to Susan in the stall just a few minutes
ago, and I was thankful that at least I had carpeting underneath my knees.
“That’s better, my boy, you’re doing a much better job now. You’re obviously somewhat experienced at oral
service, aren’t you?” I heard her saying. I figured it was a rhetorical question, and saw no need to reply, so I
simply continued rubbing my tongue up and down her panties. They were now so wet that as I did this they
were getting pushed between her plump pussy lips, which I could easily feel on either side of my tongue.
“Just divine, my Pet. I wish you could feel how lovely this is, Laura – he’s quite a good pussy licker I must say.
I bet Sarah has you doing this a lot, doesn’t she Bob?” she asked. Again, I didn’t answer, a little worried that
she was bringing my wife into the discussion. But then I heard her say, “I asked you a question, but I recognize
it’s a little hard for you to answer given your current position. Tell you what – just nod your head up and down
a little if the answer is ‘yes,’ okay?” I moved my head up and down enough that I knew she could see the
movement.
I heard her reply, “I thought so – I suspected from my e-mail conversations with Sarah that you’d be very good
at this.”
Hearing this, I froze – what the hell did she mean, “e-mail conversations with Sarah”? I knew she and Sarah
had occasionally e-mailed with each other since they had met at a couple of academic conferences, but I never
suspected that our sex life was a topic of their discussion.
“Oh, are you a little shocked to hear that we e-mail about this, Bob? Well, you’d be surprised at the things that
we girls like to chat about. But please do get back to work, I didn’t tell you to stop.”
I simply sighed and continued licking her. I could only imagine what they had been chatting about. Sarah was
a very sexual person, and we enjoyed a great sex life – including lots of oral sex – and I knew that she was
certainly comfortable talking about sex. So I was not totally shocked to hear that she may – if Susan was telling
the truth – have discussed our sex life with Susan via e-mail.
“Laura, you simply can’t imagine how nice this is. A distinguished professor like Bob here, on his knees,
lapping away at my panty-covered pussy in a woman’s room. Maybe we could arrange for you to experience it
too,” she said with a laugh. “But I’ll tell you what – for now, maybe I can just give you a better view of the
proceedings.” With that, I felt the material lifted off of my head as Susan pulled her skirt up and evidently must
have bunched it up around her waist.
The cool air felt good, as it had gotten quite hot and stuffy underneath the skirt. It also let some of the scent of
her arousal out, so that I was not quite as overwhelmed by that heady aroma. But my sense of relief was
replaced by a sense of shame as I realized that Laura now had a very clear view of my tongue running up and
down Susan’s panties. I heard Susan sigh as she leaned a bit further back into the couch.
“Isn’t he lovely, kneeling there attending to me, Laura?”
“Yes, Professor Bascom,” she replied.
“Oh, come girl, you can do better than that. Tell me what you think of what you’re watching?”
There was no reply for a few seconds, as Laura was clearly contemplating what an appropriate response would
be. I then heard her say with a slight giggle, “It does appear that he’s quite good at what he’s doing, and not
only that, but he’s enjoying it too. Look at his penis.”
As she said this, it brought my attention back to the fact that I still had quite an erection. I had long since
passed the point of fear and shame, and was now just responding to the physical sensations as well as the
psychological toll of being dominated by Susan.
“Oh yes, I see what you mean,” Susan laughed back. “He does seem to have quiet a raging hard-on, don’t you
Bob?” I nodded again to acknowledge that I heard what she said.
“But now I want to feel you a little more directly, my sweet, so let’s have you get that tongue around my panties
and directly on my pussy, shall we?”
Hearing this I began to lean back on my haunches and removed my hands from the sofa in order to use them to
pull down her panties. But before I got too far I heard Susan’s stern voice say, “Stop – I didn’t tell you to move
did I?” I froze and then returned to the position I had been in, leaning back forward again.
“You don’t need to use your hands to do that, now do you Bob?” she said. “Use that dexterous tongue of yours
to move my panties out of the way.”
By this point my tongue was actually getting quite tired, but I knew I had no choice. I moved it over to the side
of her panties and stiffened it in order to push them aside. As wet as they were, it was still difficult to move
them enough to provide me with freer access to her pussy lips. She recognized my difficulty, and scooted
around a bit, which helped loosen up her panties from her body. With some continued effort, I was able to
move them aside enough that her big lips both popped out from the side of the panties.
“Ah, that’s much better, my Pet. You should now be able to do a much better job. Let’s see if you can help me
cum.”
With the panties now at least partially out of the way I was able to get my tongue all over her labia. Confirming
what I had suspected when I had first started, there was absolutely no pubic hair anywhere. She was perfectly
smooth, without a trace of razor stubble. I gently sucked on each of her luscious lips, pulling each away from
her crotch, running my tongue all over it. She was right – I had had a lot of experience going down on Sarah,
and truth was, it was one of my favorite activities. And I knew from the way Sarah responded and from what
she told me that I was very good at it. I hoped that if I was able to satisfy Susan that this would be the end of
the entire affair. It would be an awful memory, but I prayed that it was just a bit of fun for her and she’d never
speak of it again. And I trusted that she had enough control over Laura and her future that Laura would never
speak of it to anybody if Susan told her not to.
So I concentrated on satisfying Susan, using all the tricks in my cunnilingus textbook to try to bring her to an
orgasm. After sucking on her lips, I dove my tongue as deep as I could get into her pussy, touching the walls on
either side. I then began to pay attention to her clit, lightly tonguing it, but was having difficulty because her
panties kept getting in the way.
Susan must have sensed my problem, because I felt her sit upright a bit and heard her say, “Come here Laura,
sweetie, I need your help.” I heard Laura rise from her chair, and as she did so, Susan said to me, “Okay, Bob,
you can sit back for a second.”
I did as she told, relishing the opportunity to give my knees and tongue a break. As I pulled back and sat on my
haunches, I could feel the cool air on my face, which was absolutely dripping from Susan’s pussy juice.
As I felt Laura approach us, Susan said, “Okay honey, help me out here, will you? First of all, take off Bob’s
blindfold for him.”
I felt Laura stand in front of me, between the two of us. As she did, I thought I could smell her arousal also. I
couldn’t be sure, but I swore it was a slightly different scent from what I had been experiencing with Susan. I
didn’t know if Laura was still in a state of shock, fear, or arousal, but given the olfactory evidence I thought I
had encountered, I guessed it was the latter.
Laura reached down and pulled the scarf off of my head without untying it. I was blinded for a second as my
eyes adjusted to the light of the bathroom. As my pupils shrank again, I looked straight ahead into Susan’s
crotch.
This provided me with the first opportunity to see clearly the target of all my attention. I could see that Susan’s
panties were a bright red color, though the wetness had turned the front of them almost maroon. They were
askew, yanked partially to one side from my efforts, and I could see her plump pussy lips sticking out. As I had
felt with my tongue, she was smooth and I contemplated for just a brief second how a woman could get herself
that way. Sarah usually kept her pussy hair well trimmed, and on rare occasions had actually shaved
completely, but there always seemed to be some stubble. I didn’t know whether Susan waxed, or had laser
treatments or what, but she was absolutely smooth with no trace of hair.
I must have been fixated, staring at her, because Susan, “Enjoying the view, Bob?”
I jerked my head up, meeting her eyes with a guilty look on my face. It reminded me of times when I had been
talking to a young student and caught myself inadvertently staring at her breasts.
As I now looked at her, I realized that at some point she must have unbuttoned her blouse, because the top three
or four buttons were undone and the blouse was pushed aside enough to allow her two large, bra-encased
breasts to be seen. The bra was a matching red to her panties and was trimmed with lace, and it displayed
prominent nipples trying to poke through the silk material. The arousal that was so evident in her pussy was
clearly echoed in her breasts.
“I said, are you enjoying the view Professor Arnold?” she repeated. As she said this, she reached a hand inside
one of the cups of her bra and began to finger her nipple, rolling it around. It responded by becoming even
larger than it was before, pushing against the red silk of the bra.
Not knowing how to respond to her question, I simply shrugged my shoulders.
Susan laughed and said, “Oh, you don’t have to answer that question. I know you well enough to know that you
are enjoying it – you’re cock gives you away so transparently. You’re just a pussy-loving little Pet, aren’t you.”
At this all I could do was look downward, so as not to have to look at her eye to eye as she humiliated me.
She laughed again and turned to Laura. “Will you pull these off of me, sweetie – they have gotten so wet and
they’re just getting in the way now.” I looked up again as I saw Laura move over and stand between us. She
reached forward as Susan lifted her plump ass off of the sofa for a moment and moved her legs back together.
As she had done with me, Laura put both hands on the sides of Susan’s panties and began moving them down
her thighs. They were so wet that they just rolled up as they came down Susan’s legs and Laura gently pulled
Susan’s still-clad feet out from them.
“You can go sit down now, sweetie, thank you,” Susan instructed. As Laura went back to her chair, Susan’s
silk panties in one hand and her scarf in the other, Susan re-spread her legs and I could now see her pussy in all
its glory. Perfectly smooth, with plump, bright pink lips. Moisture was glistening everywhere; she had
obviously been so aroused that not even her panties and the action of my tongue had sopped it all up. As I said,
I enjoyed performing oral sex on women, and I loved the look of a woman’s sex, especially when it was
aroused. I had not had sex with a lot of women before I met Sarah, but had had enough that I enjoyed the
variety of the surprise that awaited you when you saw that part of a woman for the first time.
Susan’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “What are you waiting for Bob, get back here. Let’s get going,
who knows when they’re going to need this bathroom again,” she laughed.
Responding to her command, I again leaned forward on my knees and began to move my hands to either side of
her legs to rest them on the couch. But before I could complete this, she said, “No, wait – let’s do it a little
differently this time.”
I stopped and sat back again. As I did, Susan said, “Come on your knees a bit closer, Bob.” I scooted forward,
a difficult proposition given that my knees were very sore and my trousers and boxers were still around my
ankles.
“That’s good. Now Laura, c’mon back here for a second.” Laura did as she was told, and walked the few steps
back to us. “Now, hon, take that lovely scarf of mine and tie Bob’s hands behind his back for me.”
Now I was afraid this was going too far. I had awful thoughts of being tied up and left by the two of them in the
bathroom, only to be found by somebody else from the conference. I opened my mouth in protest, but upon the
first word out of my mouth, Susan interrupted me.
She must have been reading my mind. “Now, now Bob, don’t get too upset. I’m not going to do anything to
put you in any danger. We just want to have a little fun with you, don’t we Laura?” she said, turning to her
graduate student. Laura just smiled and nodded. “I promise if you finish up what I ask you to do here nobody
other than the three of us will ever know what transpired here.”
I again began to say something, but Susan quickly turned back to me and once again hissed, “Do as I say Bob,
or you’ll be very sorry.” She had me, and I knew it. I couldn’t risk what she would do to expose what had
happened in here so I had no choice but to comply.
“Okay, Laura, go ahead.” With that instruction, Laura walked around behind me, as I resignedly put my wrists
behind my back. She untied the knot that had held the scarf in place as a blindfold, placed one wrist over the
other, and wrapped the scarf a few times around both of them. I then felt her tie a double knot, pulling it snug,
not so much to cut off the circulation but clearly tight enough that I could not get them out.
“Good, now do me one more favor and go get the camera again.”
I heard Laura walk to the counter and then back again and as she came into view I saw she had the camera in
hand.
“Thank you, my dear, but I think there’s one more thing we need. Please bring my panties over here.”
Laura now walked back to the chair in which she had been sitting, and I realized that she had left the panties on
the floor next to it. She bent over, giving me a nice view of her tight ass encased in her snug pants. Once again,
my mind flashed back to what she had been doing to Susan in the toilet stall when I was spying on them.
She brought the panties back to us and stood there waiting for her instructions. Susan looked at her, then back
at me. She seemed to be thinking for a second, and then a smile crossed her face.
“Put them around his neck, love,” she said with a flourish.
“Pardon me, Professor Bascom?” Laura replied.
“You heard what I said, Laura. Put them around his neck.” As Laura comprehended the command, a little
smile crossed her face also. She took the panties, opening them up and stretching them enough to get one of the
leg holes and then the waist over my head. She drew it down, and let them rest around my neck as if they were
a prized necklace. I felt the wetness on my neck, and their odor wafted up to my nose once again.
“Thank you hon. Okay Bob, let’s try this again. Now lean forward and I want you to continue what you began
before,” Susan instructed.
I did as I was told, though it was a bit awkward without the use of my hands to brace myself. As my head
approached her crotch, the angle forced my face even more tightly then before against her pussy. I was greeted
again by her scent and wetness, neither of which had abated much in the few moments since I had last been in
this proximity to her. As I began once again to lick, this time unconstrained by her panties, I heard her say to
Laura, “Get a picture of this, will you hon?”
I knew enough not to protest, as it would do no good. I was resigned to the situation and knew I had no option.
I had to trust that she would follow through on her word, that nobody else would ever find out about this.
“Pick your head up a bit and turn to Laura for a second please Bob,” Susan instructed. I tried to push back, but
given the angle I was at, it was a difficult proposition. However, by pushing heavily with my thighs and ankles,
I was able to get my head up enough to be able to rest it on Susan’s thigh and turn it so that I could now see
Laura. “Now smile so that Laura can take a nice picture of us, will you?”
This was impossible – there was no way I could force a smile in the situation. Susan must have realized this
and taken pity on me, as she laughed and said to Laura, “Oh, just take the picture, Pet. Make sure you get both
of our faces in the shot as well as Bob’s pretty necklace and wrist bonds.”
As I looked at Laura she picked the camera up and pointed it at us. Once again, I saw the lens rotate in and out
as she operated the zoom. My mind flashed for a second to what the picture would look like – both of us naked
from the waist down, me with my pants and boxers at my ankles, Susan with her suit skirt bunched up at her
waist and her large breasts encased in her red silk bra. And all topped off by her sodden panties around my
neck and her scarf on my wrists. All I could think about was how I’d gotten myself in this situation and what
anybody – including my colleagues, my students, and even Sarah – would think if they viewed the picture!
I blinked as the bright flash of the camera filled the room, and Susan said, “Thank you dear. Please come over
and sit next to me. And you Bob, can get back to work.”
I rolled my head back off of her thigh, leaned in again to her crotch, and began licking. At this point, with all
that had transpired, I wanted nothing other than to get her off and get this over with. Any initial titillation and
pleasure I had received in being dominated by her was now being replaced by fear and trepidation of what could
happen to me if this ever got out.
I again sucked on her pussy lips, first one, then the other, and then began running my tongue over each. I could
feel her body begin to respond again and I could hear her breathing getting heavy. I began to feel like I could
see the end of this whole ordeal, and Susan confirmed this by saying in a soft voice, “Very good, Bob, you’re
doing just fine.” I felt Susan’s hands on the back of my head, pulling my face even tighter into her crotch.
I turned my attention to her clit, lightly running my tongue around it. I knew that most women didn’t like it too
hard there at first, but preferred the pressure to be built up as they became more and more aroused. As I did
this, I could feel her secretions begin running down my face as she got wetter and wetter.
Once again, I heard Susan speak in a soft voice. “Laura, be a dear and help me out.” I couldn’t see what she
was doing, but felt the top of her body lean forward a bit. She removed her hands from the back of my head and
I thought perhaps I was going to get a brief reprieve from the intense pressure of my face against her pussy.
As I continued my attention to her clit, I felt Laura moving a bit next to us on the couch. I heard the rustling of
fabric and felt something fall next to me on the floor. I could not see what it was, but I then heard Susan say,
“Ah, that’s much better. Always nice to set the girls free,” and she giggled like a school girl. I realized that she
must have removed her hands from my head only to allow Laura to take her blouse and bra off and slip the
shoulder straps off of her arms.
“You know what to do now, don’t you Pet?” Susan said. At first I didn’t know if she was talking to me or to
Laura, but then I heard Laura reply, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Would you like a little break, Bob? I bet your neck must be getting sore.” I was happy to take a little break, so
I nodded my head up and down a bit. “Okay, sit back again.”
Once again I used my thighs and ankles to push myself back on my haunches. As I did, I saw that what I had
suspected Laura had done to Susan was true. Susan’s blouse and bra were now totally removed, leaving her
naked from the waist up, and Laura must also have pulled her skirt up over her head. Her breasts were just
magnificent; they were quite large (I’ve learned not to try to guess a woman’s cup size), befitting her overall
voluptuous body. They were topped with areolas the size of half dollars, a mocha brown in color, and perfectly
smooth, no bumps in them at all. In the center of each were the nipples that I had seen just a few moments ago
trying to push their way through the silk bra. They were fully erect, or at least what I expected were fully erect,
and they were just lovely, the kind that you couldn’t wait to get your lips on.
Susan lay back against the couch with what appeared to be a self-satisfying grin on her face. She was clearly a
woman who knew she had a certain allure to men and women alike. She was by no means model beautiful, and
was much more Rubenesque than most people’s standard definition of the perfect female body. But for a
woman of close to 50, she was just magnificent. Yes, she carried quite a few pounds, but her large frame held it
well. Her skin was magnificent, with no folds, wrinkles, or stretch marks. It was an alabaster white and looked
to be creamy smooth. And her body type was exactly that to which I was attracted.
My admiration of this goddess was interrupted once again by her voice. “You just take a little breather for a
moment Bob and watch.” Turning to Laura, she said, “Okay, Pet, go ahead.”
Laura had obviously been in this position a number of times before. She turned slightly toward Susan, and bent
her head down and gently fastened her lips upon Susan’s right nipple. Susan’s eyes closed and her head
reclined on the back cushion of the couch as she enjoyed her graduate student’s oral skills. I watched as Laura
lifted her lips from the nipple and began using her tongue all over the top half of the breast. She licked as if it
were a large ice cream cone, flattening her tongue to maximize its surface contact with Susan’s breast.
As I watched this unfold, I began to think less about my own predicament and focused more on the eroticism of
the action. Here was a young, impressionable graduate student, whose career was almost entirely dependent
upon her mentor, Professor Bascom, worshipping her large breast as if it were the most beautiful thing she
could do. And Susan Bascom just lay there, enjoying all the attention, seemingly oblivious at that point to my
voyeurism of what was unfolding.
After licking all over the top of the breast, Laura took both her hands and gently lifted the orb away from
Susan’s body. This exposed its underside, and in a very tender fashion, Laura began licking the spot where the
breast was attached to her body. She ran her tongue in a circular mode, all the way around the outside of the
breast, slowly working her way inward toward the nipple. When she got to the nipple, she released the breast to
flop back down to Susan’s body, and began to lightly flick at the nipple. Much to my surprise, it grew even a
bit more, becoming even larger than I had seen before.
Susan began to groan, as she was clearly one of those women who had very sensitive nipples and whose arousal
was connected to their stimulation. After flicking the nipple for a few seconds, Laura reattached her lips to it
and began to suck on it, eliciting even more groans from Susan.
After a few more moments of this, she shifted her body over Susan’s in order to gain access to her left breast,
where it began to receive the same attention that its partner had. As she did this, Susan reached out with her
right hand and began to rub Laura’s ass over her slacks, running her hand over each of the cheeks in wide
circles. After a few minutes, as Laura continued sucking her left nipple, I saw her left hand reach underneath
Laura’s body, and then I heard the click of a snap being undone.
Susan said quietly, “Now that’s better,” and I saw her right hand go underneath the loosened slacks to now rub
the skin on her ass directly. She continued the same motion she had started on the outside of the pants, this time
alternating the rubs with deep kneading of her ass cheeks.
All of this activity must have had an effect on Laura, because I could see her nipples beginning to appear
beneath her light sweater. Her breasts were small, especially in comparison to Susan’s massive orbs, but there
was no mistaking the way her body was reacting to the attention her ass was receiving from Susan.
A few more minutes, and then Susan spoke again: “Lift up a second, my Pet.” As Laura lifted her body
slightly, Susan lifted her head up and opened her eyes, gazing into mine. Again, a smile came across her face as
she looked at me, with my erect cock bobbing in my lap as I sat on my ankles.
She took both her hands and used them to ease Laura’s pants down her narrow hips, followed by her panties.
Unlike Susan’s, Laura’s panties were a much more utilitarian black cotton. Like mine, the slacks and panties
were left bunched at Laura’s ankles. I looked at Laura’s body – she had a small ass, almost boyish, much
different than the well-rounded backside of her mentor.
Susan then grabbed the bottom of Laura’s sweater and lifted it up over her arms and head. I was not surprised
to see that she wore no bra, as she was so slight in build that she didn’t appear to need one. It also explained
why it was so easy to see her nipples through her sweater as she had become more aroused.
“Okay, Pet, back to work.” Laura bent down again and continued her attention to Susan’s left nipple. Susan
kept looking at me with that sly smile on her face. She reached down with her right hand and began once again
to rub Laura’s ass, this time unencumbered by her slacks. She rubbed lightly at first, and then began to gently
knead the cheeks, one at a time. I thought I heard a moan escape Laura’s mouth, which would not have
surprised me given what was happening, but it was hard to tell since her mouth was still affixed to Susan’s
nipple.
After alternating rubbing and kneading of Laura’s ass, Susan began to lightly drag her finger over her crack.
She dragged it up and down, from the top of the crack, where you could first see its beginning, all the way down
toward her pussy but out of my view. The entire time, Susan smiled and never took her eyes off of mine, as I
watched what she was doing to Laura.
After about the fifth or sixth trip down Laura’s crack with her finger, she began to increase the pressure and she
appeared to be going deeper and deeper down the crack. Finally, on one trip, I heard Laura pick up her head
from Susan’s breast and gasp loudly. Susan then lifted her hand, showing me her finger, which was now quite
wet with what must have been Laura’s secretions. Without taking her eyes off of me, she took the finger and
put it in her mouth, licking it clean, showing me her tongue as she did so.
This had quite an effect on me, as my cock stood even further to attention. It was such an erotic site, this petite,
young woman, draped across the voluptuous senior professor, who had just finished tasting the young student’s
wetness. I couldn’t help but be aroused, and Susan didn’t miss the reaction that she was having on me.
“I thought you would enjoy this, Bob,” she said with a smile. “Hard not to react to it, isn’t it?”
I didn’t answer, but just gulped. But Susan pressed me this time: “I said, hard not to react, isn’t it?”
I now realized she wanted a response, so I said, “Yes, Professor Bascom, it is difficult not to react to what I’m
seeing.”
“And why is that Bob? Tell me what about it you like.”
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I figured I was so deep into this whole situation that I might as well tell the truth.
“It’s just very erotic, watching what you’re doing to your student, and what she’s doing to you.”
“More specific, Bob,” she said sternly.
I sighed and thought for a few seconds. “I’m enjoying see her sucking on your nipple and you touching her
ass,” I said in a soft voice.
She looked at me questioningly, as if I had forgotten something. I realized immediately what I had forgotten,
and added quickly, “Professor Bascom.”
“So, you like the attention I’m paying to her ass, then?”
I could do nothing other than to answer truthfully, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Ah, I didn’t realize that you had an anal fetish, Bob. That’s a good thing to know about you – I’ll just have to
file that away for future reference,” she chuckled.
I was about to ask what she meant by “future reference,” but decided it would be better to not say a word at that
point.
“Well, you’ll be pleased to know then that Laura likes a little anal attention every now and then, don’t you,
Pet?”
Laura quietly responded, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Yes, ma’am, what, Laura?” Susan responded.
Laura glanced over at me with a look of total humiliation on her face. I got the strong sense that she had been
in this position before. She too knew she was trapped and had no out other than to be truthful. She turned back
to look up at Susan and said, “I like having you pay attention to my ass, Professor Bascom.”
“Oh, please, Pet, I know you can do better than that.”
I saw a tear forming in Laura’s eye as she said in a very quiet voice, just barely audible, “I like lying across you
and letting you play with my ass, ma’am.” The tear rolled down her cheek, followed by several more.
Seeing the effect she was having on Laura, I decided that things had gone too far. It was one thing for Susan to
take advantage of me; after all, she had caught me spying on her in the women’s room. But the psychological
and sexual dominance of this poor graduate student, whose career was dependent upon Susan, seemed
unreasonably cruel.
“Okay, Susan, that’s enough – leave her alone,” I said in a firm voice.
“What did you say, Bob?” she replied with a tone of incredulity, staring into my eyes.
“I said leave her alone – what you’re doing to her is wrong, using your authority to take advantage of a student
like that,” I said, this time though in a more normal tone of voice.
Susan stared back at me for a moment, and Laura too looked at me. I think this show of defiance surprised her
as much as it surprised Susan.
Susan said to me in a very calm voice, “So now you want to stand up and challenge me, Bob? Over this?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well, that’s very gallant of you, Professor Arnold, but the fact is that you’re not in any situation to tell me what
to do now, are you?” She stared at me even harder, like she were trying to bore a hole through my head.
“Look at you – you have your trousers and boxers down at your ankles, you’re wearing my soaked panties
around your neck, your wrists are bound behind your back. And I’ve got the photographic evidence that you
were spying on us here in the bathroom.” She let out a hearty laugh, the loudest one yet, so loud that I was
afraid that somebody outside in the corridor would hear her.
As she continued to chuckle, she said, “No, Bob, I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do.”
I started to reply, “Look Susan, just let her. . . .” But before I could get the sentence out, her laughter stopped
and she barked at me, “Shut up Bob, before I take those panties and stuff them into your mouth to shut you up.”
The ferocity of her response caught me by surprise. I knew she was right, that there was nothing I could do to
stop her. Once again, I realized I was defeated, and I just stared back at her.
She stared back at me, fully confident in her knowledge that she had won this battle too. After a few more
moments, she took her eyes off of me, turned again to Laura, and said, “Now where were we, Pet, before Bob
so rudely interrupted us?”
Laura hesitated, unable to get the words out again admitting her submission to the dominant professor. Susan
waited, seemingly until Laura would say again that she liked to have Susan play with her ass. But after a few
more moments of silence, Susan must have taken pity on her.
“Oh yes, I remember now, you were telling us how you liked me to play with your ass. Shall I show Professor
Arnold what you like?”
“If you wish, ma’am,” Laura replied, no longer crying but still appearing quite humiliated.
Susan chuckled again and said, “Oh yes, Laura, I do wish. Come lie across me, sweetie, so I have better
access.” Laura shifted her body up, laying it across Susan’s thighs.
With that Susan took her right hand and again ran it down Laura’s crack. I could see from the angle of her wrist
that she plunged a finger into her pussy again, and then pulled it back up. As before, she displayed Laura’s
wetness running down her finger. This time, though, instead of licking her finger, she ran it from the top of
Laura’s crack to her rosebud, and then quickly wormed it into Laura’s ass.
Once again, a gasp emanated from Laura’s mouth, even louder than the last one. Susan began to gently plunge
the finger in and out of Laura’s ass. I could see what this was doing to Laura as she started breathing more
heavily, her small chest rising up and down across Susan’s body. Susan looked down at her, and with her left
hand, she began stroking Laura’s hair, saying to her in almost a whisper, “That’s right, you take my finger up
your ass like a good girl.”
The more Susan pushed her finger into her, the more aroused Laura seemed to get. She began to grind her
pelvis against Susan’s thighs, trying desperately to get some attention to her pussy. As Susan continued to
piston her finger in and out of Laura’s ass with one hand and stroke her hair with the other, she picked her head
up to look at me, and with a smile, said, “You see Bob, I know what she likes. She just loves for me to play
with her like this. She may appear not to want it, but I know the truth, don’t I Pet?”
Laura, still rubbing against Susan’s thighs, managed to eke out a barely audible, “Yes, ma’am.”
“What is it you want, Pet?”
“Please, Professor Bascom, I need to cum.”
“Oh, you’d like that, Pet, wouldn’t you? First, you get on your knees and lick me in a toilet stall, then you lie
here like the little slut that you are, just wiggling in my lap as I put my finger up your ass. And with Professor
Arnold watching the whole thing. And you want to cum?”
“Yes, please Mistress, I need badly to cum.”
That was the first time I had heard Laura utter the word “Mistress,” and the realization that she had used that
word gave me insight to their relationship. Clearly what had happened between them tonight was nothing new;
I now realized their relationship of dominance and submission must have been going on for some time now.
Susan removed her finger from Laura’s ass with a “pop” and looked at me. “What do you think, Bob? Should I
let my little Pet cum, or should I leave her all hot and bothered? Because, you know, she’s not allowed to have
an orgasm without my permission, so if I stop now she’ll be left unsatisfied.”
I didn’t want to play this game, putting the young woman’s fate in my hands. I simply shrugged and said, “Do
whatever you want, Susan – you’re going to do so anyway, so what difference does it make what I say?”
Susan frowned a bit and said, “Oh Bob, I’m so disappointed. You know I value your professional opinion as a
colleague. We’re both successful professors – well, truth be told, we both know that I’ve had a lot more success
than you have – so why wouldn’t I want to have you weigh in on this?”
Her throwing her achievements in my face stung. She must have known that there had always been a little
professional jealousy of her on my part, and she was using that to add to my humiliation. But I refused to play
along with this little game, and replied, “Sorry, Susan, but this isn’t my area of expertise – you’re on your own
here.”
She at first looked perturbed at my unwillingness to play along, and I momentarily fretted that I had made her
even more cross with me. But then she simply laughed and turned back to Laura, telling her, “Don’t you fret,
my sweet Pet, I’ll take care of you. Don’t I always?”
Laura looked up at her with a look of adoration in her eyes and said, “Yes, ma’am, you do.”
“That’s right, I do, and I promise you I will. But not quite yet – we’ve got something else to do first. Sit up
here, hon.” Laura lifted herself off of Susan’s thighs, and sat next to her on the couch, her slacks and panties
still at her ankles.
Turning to me, she said, “Bob, get back here and continue where you left off,” opening up her thighs once
again. I sighed, and leaned forward to return myself to my previous position with my head pressed against her
pussy.
She was just as wet as she was before, even though it had been a while since I had been licking her. Her
dominance of Laura clearly turned her on, and her body showed that. As I began licking, I heard her say to
Laura, “Go over and untie his hands, Pet.”
I felt Laura lifting off the couch, then felt her fingers on my wrists as she undid the knot. I brought my hands
back to my side and prepared to rest them once again on the couch to brace myself and provide more support,
but Susan said, “No Bob, leave them by your side, you’re going to need them.” I did as she commanded, and I
once again felt Laura sitting on the couch next to her.
I was working on Susan’s plump labia again, running my tongue over them, when I heard her say, “Spread your
legs out honey.” She must have complied, because Susan then said, “See Bob, I told you I’d take care of her.
I’m sitting here fingering her sweet young pussy while you work on me.”
I of course couldn’t see what she was doing, but could picture what it must have looked like, with Susan’s
finger or fingers pistoning out of Laura’s pussy now, rather than her ass. It was an image that I liked
envisioning, and could only wish that I was watching exactly what she was doing.
“But there’s one thing missing, isn’t there Bob?” Susan said. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about,
so I sort of grunted and continued licking up and down her slit.
“That’s right, what’s missing is your orgasm, isn’t it? I wouldn’t want you to feel left out now, would I? I want
to be fair – with all this pussy licking you’ve been doing, which I know you love, plus your watching of me
playing with my little Pet here, you must be badly in need of cumming yourself.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. I had been aroused for quite some time, and even given the perverse
circumstances in which I found myself, the release that an orgasm would bring would be very welcome.
“So let me help you out, Bob. Sit up for a second.” I pushed myself back once again, and could now see Laura
sitting next to her with her legs splayed and Susan’s middle three fingers on her right hand in Laura’s pussy.
She removed them, and leaned forward and grabbed hold of my erect cock. She rubbed her hand around it a
couple of times, and I thought she was going to jerk me off like that. The idea of her doing that – jerking me off
like a young school boy – while this graduate student watched was mortifying. But after what must have been
an hour of arousal (I had lost track of the time at this point), my cock responded positively to her touch.
But just as she was getting started, she stopped. She leaned back on the sofa again and placed her fingers back
into Laura’s pussy, squishing them around. She looked back at me and said with a smirk, “Okay, Bob get your
face back in there and start jerking yourself.”
The realization of what she was telling me to do stung me like a slap across the face. “What,” I shouted, “I
can’t do that.”
“Oh yes, Bob, you not only can but you will,” she replied calmly. “Now get started.”
I stared at her, tempted to just get up, get my clothes on, and stomp out leaving Susan and her little plaything
there on the couch. But as quickly as the idea came into my head, it exited. I knew I couldn’t do that because
of the fear of what she’d do in return. I just continued to stare at her, until she cocked the index finger of her
left hand and began beckoning to me in a “come here” sign. Defeated, I knew that I had no choice, and I bent
forward and resumed licking her.
“That’s right Bob, keep going, because you’re going to stay right there where you are until I see you cum. But
you better be good, because you need to make sure that both Laura and I cum first. If not, there’s going to be
hell to pay. So start spanking the ol’ monkey,” she said with a laugh.
Utterly shamed, I did what I was told by this domineering colleague. I resumed licking her, pushing my tongue
deep into her pussy, as I began to run my hand up and down my shaft. Laura’s pussy secretions had lubricated
it enough that my hand ran easily up and down with little resistance. As I was doing this, I could hear the
squishing of Laura’s pussy as Susan must have been pistoning her fingers even more vigorously in and out.
After a few more minutes of this I could feel that I was getting close to an orgasm. I sensed that Susan was
close too, based on the heavy breathing I could feel and the fact that her thighs were clamping my head more
and more strongly. I had no idea how close Laura was though, so I was trying my best to hold back on my own
orgasm. I lightened my stroke, but Susan caught me, saying, “No, Bob, don’t let up, keep touching yourself.”
I complied, and after a few more moments I heard Laura go, “Please, let me cum, let me cum, Mistress.”
Susan replied, “Go ahead, Pet, go ahead and cum for your Mistress,” and not more than 5 seconds later I heard
Laura scream out, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, gawwwwwwwd.” Again, I was terrified that somebody in the corridor
could hear us, but I took some solace in the knowledge that at least the door was locked.
I knew I was close and could only hope that Susan was also. I turned my attention to her clit and began
working it with a vengeance. By now I knew that she was aroused enough that I could lick it and suck it hard to
bring her to an orgasm. And sure enough, after about a minute of this, I could feel her cumming. She clamped
down hard on my head between her thighs, and her pussy spasmed as she let out an “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.”
And then a gush of fluid soaked my face as she came and squirted all over me. I lightened up on her clit as she
came down, but continued stroking myself as I knew that I too was past the point of no return. Just a few
seconds later, I came myself, squirting cum all over the carpeting of the bathroom. Susan’s thighs opened,
releasing me finally from her crotch. I sat back, her pussy juice dripping off of my face, underneath her panties
and on to my shirt, my cum pooled in front of me.
I looked over at Laura, who was still lying back against the couch with her legs splayed out. She too had a
small pool of liquid between her legs on the fabric of the couch.
Susan opened her eyes and looked at me. “Very good, Professor Arnold. I’d give that performance a very high
rating,” she said with a smirk. “I think he’s fulfilled his obligations, don’t you, Pet?” she asked turning to
Laura.
Laura smiled slightly and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
I stared at Susan and said, “Is that it? Is your little game over now? I did everything I asked, so are you going
to fulfill your end of the bargain and promise not to say or show anything to anybody?”
Susan just looked back at me for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about something. “Yes, Bob, you did do
everything I’ve asked. You can get up and get dressed. You too Laura.”
I got up and tried my best to put myself back together. I fixed my shirt and put my sport coat back on. After
pulling my pants up, I remembered I had her damn panties around my neck. I pulled them up off my head and
reached out to hand them to her as she was dropping her suit skirt back down her legs. She had already put her
bra and blouse on.
She looked at my hand and her panties, then looked me in the eyes. “Oh, Bob, you can keep those as a souvenir
for now.”
“I don’t want a souvenir of this, Susan,” I said coldly back to her.
“Oh yes you do,” she replied with a smile, “you just don’t know it yet.”
“What do you mean, ‘yet’?” I asked her.
“Well, we still have a few days left in this conference, don’t we. I don’t need them now but may in a day or
two, so I think I’ll have you return them to me later. I’ll let you know when I want to see you again to get them
back.”
I was dumbfounded. I watched as she and Laura walked over to the vanity and began fixing their hair and
make-up.
“And Bob – don’t think about leaving early. I know you have a paper to give on the last day of the conference,
so I’ll expect you to be here the whole time.”
With that, the two of them grabbed their purses, walked to the door, unlocked it, and left.
to be continued
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