Heather is a young college student who was recently caught cheating and tries to get out of the mess she is in.
Heather was in trouble and she knew it.
She was 21 and tonight was Friday; typically, that would mean going out with her best friend Mary to get hit on, drink free, and shoot them all down. Tonight wasn't going to be like that.
This past Wednesday she was called into the office of her English professor Mr. Morrison. Heather had cheated off of Mary and Mr. Morrison confronted her with the plagiarized paper.
Heather's stomach was in knots - next week Mr. Morrison would tell the dean and Heather would likely be expelled. Worse, Mary might get into trouble too, but Mary didn't know it yet.
"That's not happening" Heather told herself. One of the office aides was a friend of Heather's and gave her Mr. Morrison's address. She would try to reason with him.
She was getting ready now: her nails had been painted metallic blue, her blonde hair in pigtails with blue ribbons, a black cupless bra under a tight white button up, a short red and black plaid skirt over a black thong, black thigh highs fastened to a garter belt, and black high heels.
"I'm going to fix this, whatever it takes!" She said while looking in the mirror, wearing way more makeup than she was used to, glitter, perfume, hoop earrings, and bright red lipstick.
On her ride there, Heather was going over in her mind what she was going to do and making deals with herself about what she was not going to do. Her nerves were getting to her. Ideally, she would show up, be suggestive, and walk away.
In a large overcoat, she walked up to the door and rang the bell.
Mr. Morrison answered the door wearing athletic shorts and a t-shirt. Heather had only ever seen him in dark jeans or suit pants and a button up shirt or a polo. It was different. He was in his late 30's, and fit; but Heather considered him 'old'.
Mr. Morrison: "Miss Rhodes, what are you doing here?"
Heather: "Hi Mr. Morrison, I was hoping to talk to you about that paper."
Mr. Morrison: "You know my office hours. I don't know how you got my address but this is not appropriate."
He was closing the door when Heather pressed her hand to it.
Heather: "Please Mr. Morrison, it's cold out. Can I just come in and we can talk?"
She could see that he was hesitant, but he let her in.
He was pouring himself a glass of whiskey, Heather asked if she could have one.
Mr. Morrison: "No."
Heather: "But I'm 21..."
Mr. Morrison: "Don't care."
He walked over to the couch and pointed to an ottoman which he had moved for Heather to sit on.
Heather: "Can I sit next to you?"
Mr. Morrison: "No. You can sit on the ottoman or you can leave."
Heather undid her coat as she walked to the ottoman and slowly let it fall off her arms to the ground as she sat down.
Mr. Morrison stood up: "I don't know what you are trying to do, but I'm going to ask you to leave."
Things were not going AT ALL how Heather imagined it. What the fuck!?!
Heather: "Mr. Morrison, please... There has to be a way that we can resolve this..."
Mr. Morrison sitting back down: "So you show up at my home on Friday night wearing this?"
Heather: "Well I figure I'm an adult, and you’re an adult... I'm sure that there is a way to change your mind."
Mr. Morrison: "No."
Heather: "Mr. Morrison, you don't understand, I can't get kicked out of school."
She undid the top button of her shirt while talking, caressing the collar of the shirt and then the tops of her breasts.
Heather: "What will my life become if I don't have a chance to complete my education?"
He wasn't budging, so she began playing with the skirt, pushing down on the middle of it letting the sides reveal more of her thighs.
Heather: "I need an education so that I can get a good job."
Heather slowly spread her legs, pressing down her skirt so that it still covered her crotch. She was caressing her body and began moaning while speaking.
Heather: "Mmmm and if I uhhh get expelled, Mmmm I won't be able to have a future."
Heather ran her hands up her torso then slowly pulled her shirt down briefly revealing her nipples.
He stood up: "You don't pay attention in class..."
Heather: “It’s so hard to ahhuhhh pay attention in that class room.”
She pulled down the shirt exposing her breasts completely; the shirt holding her breast up.
Heather: "Maybe we can mmmmmm have ahhhh private lessons."
She lifted the skirt exposing her underwear, her hand rubbing gently over her pussy.
“I need a personal touch…”
She made her way to her knees, spreading them wide while looking up at him.
"You can mmmmaybe show me one aaahhhhh on one what I need to know. Sir."
She hiked her skirt up all the way, her breast and underwear in full view for him. She began caressing the inside of her thighs working her hands upward, moaning again.
Heather: "All uhhhh I'm doing is Mmmm asking you to mmmmmm consider that there ahhhh must be something I can do."
She began playing with her lips and spit, making sucking noises then drooling with her tongue out and eyes crossing for a moment. Her pussy grinding on her right wrist while her left hand cupped her left breast.
Heather: "Maybe... with my mouth..."
She slowly crawled to him reaching for his dick. He grabbed her hand gently and said no, but she felt how hard it was.
Heather: "I'm certain that there is some way that I can show you how much I appreciate what you have to teach me. Mr. Morrison."
She reached again, this time he didn't turn her away so she made her way closer and starting rubbing his cock over his shorts with her right hand while the other hand played with her left nipple.
Mr. Morrison: "This is my career on the line."
She could tell he wanted it but needed more, so she began making more slurping noises while looking at him.
Heather: "Please Mr. Morrison, no one has to know. This will be our secret. No one will ever know."
She pulled down his shorts and his dick popped out with strings of pre-cum. Heather used the pre-cum as lube and began running her hands over the shaft.
Heather: "Please, you have all of the power."
She began kissing and licking the tip.
"You have all of the authority."
She was licking in circles maintaining eye contact.
"I am on my knees for you..."
Licking his balls.
"Please help me. Please give me a chance."
Licking back up the shaft then resting her cheek on it.
"Please sir, may I suck your cock?"
She felt it throb and that was good enough for her. Her hands gently gripped the base, while her open mouth took in the tip, then her lips wrapped around it. She bobbed her head a bit then pulled off making a 'popping' sound.
Heather moaning staring into his eyes: "Thank you, sir."
She made more slurping noises then eagerly moved her head back and forth licking the tip as it exited her lips while she smiled.
She helped him remove his clothes and he sat on the couch. She crawled her way between his legs then rested her elbows over his thighs. She was smiling again stroking his dick.
Heather: "I was beginning to think you didn't find me attractive."
She tried to keep eye contact while her head went up and down making loud slurping and gagging sounds.
Mr. Morrison: "You being attractive was never in question."
She popped off again, drool and pre-cum on her face smiling widely as she said "Thank you, Mr. Morrison."
She kept going vigorously, alternating between focusing on the tip while stroking and gobbling the whole thing as far as she could take it in.
Her eyes were constantly rolling back into her head, her lips always opening and closing so they didn't fold over, she was using her bent arms resting in his thighs as leverage to bounce her whole body up and down.
Eventually she was getting tired so she rubbed his dick over her face so that it was covered with the drool/cum mixture and began stroking him with both hands.
Heather: "Do you think there is any way that we can make this paper thing go away?"
Mr. Morrison: "I don't know Miss Rhodes. I'm not convinced that you've learned your lesson."
Heather was out of her element and she knew it. But she wasn't going to give up, so she tried to keep him talking.
Heather: "You don't need to call me ‘Miss Rhodes’, Mr. Morrison. You can call me your little slut. I’m your filthy whore."
A smile spread across his face and Heather thought this was a good thing.
Mr. Morrison: "I'll tell you what."
A glimmer of hope sparkled in Heather's eyes. He pulled out his phone and set a timer.
Mr. Morrison: "You've got 5 minutes. If you can make me cum either on your face or in your mouth - you can clean up and leave, and I will make the paper disappear."
Heather: "Oka..."
He slapped her face then grabbed it.
Mr. Morrison: "Bitch, I didn't say you could speak, and I wasn't finished."
Heather felt her heart sink, her pulse rise, and both her pussy and her butthole clench all in the same instant. She thought she was controlling things...
Mr. Morrison: "If you fail, then you are mine for the night. You won't be expelled and I'll 'forget' the Mary was involved. But you won't pass my class, you will have to retake it, and you WILL be here every week for these private lessons".
Heathers heart was racing. More than anything she was in shock, but beyond that; she couldn't tell if she was the most ‘turned on’ she had ever experienced, or more terrified than she had ever been in her life.
Mr. Morrison: "Or you can leave and you will be expelled."
Heathers face was still squished in his hand. She didn't know what to say or what she was allowed to say.
Heather: "Suck."
Mr. Morrison: "Now say it in a sentence, and remember to say 'please' and 'sir'."
Afraid she decided. Definitely turned on, but absolutely terrified.
Heather: "May I please keep sucking your dick, sir?"
She was trying to keep the fear inside but she knew he could see it in her eyes.
Mr. Morrison: "Yes you may, you have 5 minutes."
He placed the phone on an end table next to the couch so that they could both see it.
Heather figured that she would be able to do it in 1 minute, 3 tops. She began wildly moving up and down then choked on it for a few seconds. She came up for air and started stroking hard and fast with the tip in her mouth.
She watched the seconds count down and she realized that it wasn't going to be so easy. Her arms and mouth were comply worn out.
4:58
4:59
Beep! Beep! Beep!
She was exhausted and let her arms fall, then she felt his hand on the top of her head gripping her skull. Her butthole squeezed hard again. He told her to rest; his cock still hard in her mouth bulging in her cheek as she laid her head on his thigh.
He was slapping her face lightly while staring at her. Her eyes were tired and rolling, lazily opening and closing. She lost and she didn't even know what that meant.
This man's discharge and her spit slathered on her face and in her hair, wearing the skimpiest outfit she had ever worn, her skirt hiked up, shirt pulled down, ass and breasts exposed. The realization of the situation she was in was beginning to sink in and it wasn't pleasant.
Mr. Morrison standing up: "This will work out better for you if you relax".
His right hand had a firm grip on her lower jaw, his left hand holding one of her pigtails; pulling her head back and her mouth open.
He thrust his cock down her throat slowly and watched her eyes widen in horror.
"Relax."
She put her hand on his thighs weakly trying to push away as she gagged hard.
He pulled out and slapped her.
Mr. Morrison: "You want to call me 'daddy' don't you."
Heather weakly: "Yes, may I call you Daddy?"
She was trying her best to say and do what he wanted, tonight was going to be rough now and she knew it.
Mr. Morrison: "Would you like to cum for daddy?"
She nodded her head yes.
Another slap.
Mr. Morrison: "Bitch, I offer to let you cum and you can't even be bothered to acknowledge me?"
Heather: "Daddy, may I please cum for you?"
Heather no longer felt sexy, he was toying with her.
Mr. Morrison: "Go ahead and hump my leg you little slut."
Heather, still very worn out stood up to straddle his thigh but was met by his hand on her head.
Mr Morrison: "No bitch, squat, move your panties to the side and hump my shin."
She did as she was told. Her wet pussy leaving a trail of her juices on his lower leg.
Mr. Morrison: "Now work your worthless ass up to my thigh."
She continued grinding on him stopping for a moment in his knee where her clit felt some relief. Eventually she was grinding on his thigh, his hand holding her hair again not giving way, pulling her head back and down.
Mr. Morrison: "Now play with your clit. I'll let you cum but I want to hear you."
She hesitantly moved her hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit slowly at first then more vigorously.
This was all too much: getting caught cheating, threatened with expulsion, trying to seduce a teacher, losing a bet and… well what was happening now. Heather started sobbing while riding Mr. Morrison's leg.
Heather: "I can't, I can't do this..."
Mr. Morrison: "You used your friend for a grade. You tried to use me to get your way. And now that I'm using you, you have a problem?"
Heather started crying, still grinding out of fear that she might get hurt.
Mr. Morrison: "Would you say you've learned your lesson?"
"Yes!" Heather said loudly nodding her head quickly "I've learned my lesson daddy."
Mr. Morrison: "Go ahead and finish then you can clean up and I'll walk you out."
Heather didn't really care to cum, but she saw the end of the situation and was doing what she needed to get there.
She was grinding on his leg hard, wildly rubbing her clit, moaning loudly and gratuitously. She finally came, her body shaking from the endorphin release: intensified by everything that had occurred tonight.
Heather was a little surprised that he let her go to the restroom to put herself together. She was looking in the mirror and analyzing the difference between how she looked earlier and how she looked now. Her hair was a mess, her makeup streaked, one of her fake eyelashes falling off, the other gone completely. Washing her face was disgusting; slimy. She coughed and more of the slime up, when she spit in the sink, she knew what it was.
She fixed her clothes and put her hair in a pony tail. "This so wasn't worth it." She told herself in the mirror. But at least it was over.
When she walked out Mr. Morrison was dressed again. He had a glass of whiskey for each of them. "Before you leave, let's talk for a minute about how we are going to behave moving forward."
Heather took the drink like a shot then asked for another. They did need to talk about this and she was not looking forward to it.
They sat on the couch.
Mr. Morrison: "Heather, you have to understand how inappropriate it was to show up at my home like this."
Heather was covering her face with her hands. "I know" she began sobbing again. "This is all so bad!"
Mr. Morrison had his hand on her shoulder.
Heather: "It's just that my parent will kill me if I get kicked out of school. And Mary is my best friend, if she got into trouble because of me... I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Mr. Morrison: "I'm not trying to make light of the situation you are in; but you must also realize that you are in these predicaments because of your own behavior."
Heather was crying and made her way to Mr. Morrison's shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and let her cry for a little while. Once she was done, she sat up and looked at him.
Heather: "Seriously though, what is going to happen?"
Mr. Morrison: "What do you think?"
Heather sat for a moment thinking things over when she felt Mr. Morrison's hand on her knee. She looked at it, extremely surprised that it was there. It started moving its way up her thigh. She realized that out of everything that had occurred, he hadn't really touched her. She spread her legs to give him access.
His hand reached her pussy and started rubbing, she closed her eyes and began moaning then she opened her eyes sharply.
Heather: "Something feels off."
Her vision was blurring and her arms were beginning to feel heavy.
Mr. Morrison: "There was a sedative in your drink. Everything is okay."
Heather fell to the ground trying to crawl away.
Heather: "Why?!?" She tried to scream but could only manage a weak outcry.
She felt his hands on her body, gripping her ass then rubbing her pussy.
Mr. Morrison: "You think that you can cry and all of a sudden the deal is off? You’re my bitch. Whether you like it or not."