I’ll Do Anything

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I have a problem. I fucking love sex. A lot of people would laugh at a ‘problem’ like that, but it’s caused me a few relationship woes. Specifically, I’m a woman who loves dominating my partners and screwing their brains out. I guess most of my past partners ended up feeling like I was just using them for sex, and to be honest, I kind of was. My pussy just can’t fuck enough.

After my last girlfriend dumped me, I was able to wait about a week before I gave in to the need and hired a call girl; I almost feel sorry for the things I did to that girl. It’s been months now since that last relationship and I’ve been hiring hookers every few days just to satisfy me, and let me tell you that is an expensive habit. I’ve been too busy with work to go out and meet someone, even for a one night stand, and I can’t afford to hire any more hookers, so I’ve been on my own for nearly two weeks now, and God am I dying for it.

I was watching my students leave the classroom when that thought came over me. I started noticing more about them as they left; a handsome young man here, flashes of bare female skin and long, flowing hair there.

My pussy was tingling when I heard a voice say “Professor Cambridge, can I talk to you?” Yes, that’s really my name, and no, I don’t teach at Cambridge University; the university I teach at shall remain, for obvious reasons, anonymous.

The girl that approached me was pretty, slightly under average height with light blonde hair, and modest but perky breasts. Her name was Jenny Summers. Today, she was wearing tight jeans that contoured to her legs and a blouse that showed off an enticing amount of cleavage.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and get back into ‘teacher mode.’ “Miss Summers. What was it you wanted to discuss?”

“I was hoping I could talk to you about my grade,” she said.

“Miss Summers,” I said, turning to organize some papers on my desk, “there are no more pop quizzes, no more homework, and all the essays have been turned in. At this point, the only way you can improve your grade is by doing well on the final next week.”

“Please, Professor,” she said, stepping closer and clutching her books to her chest. “Please, I need a better grade in this class. If there’s any opportunity for some extra credit, I’m willing to do anything. Anything!”

If I had had sex recently, I could have stayed stone-faced against any student’s pleas. I do want my students to pass, of course, but I will only let people pass my class if they do the work. As it was, I couldn’t get my mind off of sex and so her appeal stirred an idea that I would never have acted on before.

“Anything?” I asked quietly.

“Anything!” she said firmly. “Anything at all!”

I debated in my head if I was really going to go through with what I was thinking. A moment later, I tore off a small slip of paper and wrote on it. Handing it to her I said “Be at this address tonight at eight o’clock sharp; not a second late.”

“O-okay,” she said, taking the paper with a little hesitation.

“And Miss Summers,” I said as she turned to leave, “show up prepared to do anything.”

***

At 7:50, I was in my apartment, dressed as I had been in class, in a simple white blouse, dark gray slacks, and with my dark red hair in a conservative bun. I was also incredibly nervous, contemplating what I was thinking of doing. I’d cleaned up a little, but left a few things lying around and some dust in a couple of places, so the place looked slightly disheveled, but not like a pigsty. I sat glancing at the clock constantly, wondering what would happen when the time came.

At 7:57, there was a knock on the door. I nearly sprang up out of my seat to answer it, but forced myself to calm down and compose myself. I opened the door to find Jenny standing there, dressed in the same outfit as before. But was her hair done up a little different? Was she wearing a touch more makeup? Did she expect what I intended for tonight?

“Miss Summers,” I said coolly. “And a few minutes early, too.”

“That’s not bad, is it?” she asked, clearly as nervous as I felt. “Only, you said eight o’clock sharp, and I didn’t want to be late…um…”

I stood aside and said “Come in.”

She entered, carrying her book bag over one shoulder and looking around as though expecting to find something that would make sense of what she was doing here. The living room, the largest room in the apartment, was just inside the door. I led her over to the side of the room and turned to her. “Are you still prepared to do anything?”

She was bebek escort trembling a little, but she nodded.

“Then you can start by cleaning this place up.”

She seemed nonplussed. “Is…is that all?”

“As you can see, I have some papers to grade,” I waved a hand at the stack on the table. “I want the place tidied up, but I don’t have the time right now to do it myself.”

A look of relief came over her face. “Okay, I can do that.”

She set her book bag down and started to move, but I stopped her. “Ah, ah, ah. You’re going to do all of that while wearing this,” I opened the closet door behind me, revealing the French maid’s uniform hanging from a hook on the door.

She looked almost ready to run when she had taken it in, but took a deep breath to steady herself. “O-okay. Um…do…do you have a-anywhere I can change?”

I gave her a long, neutral look before saying “There’s a bathroom just over there,” I indicated its direction. “You can leave your clothes in there if you want to.”

She went off to change and I sat down on the couch and started on one of the papers. A few minutes later, she came back in. The maid’s outfit looked good on her, with its short frilly skirt and fishnet stockings doing nothing to hide her shapely legs. She even filled out the bust surprisingly well.

“N-now what?” she asked.

“Start cleaning,” I said. “There’s a duster in the closet; you’ll need it.” I then turned back to the stack of papers and continued my work. Jenny started going around the room, picking up things and trying to find places for them; she even used the feather duster I had left for her. I let this go on for a little while, pretending to grade the papers before me, stealing glances at her while she wasn’t looking.

When she was dusting the bookshelf, I told her “Don’t forget the top shelves.” She had to reach up to dust up there, and as she did the skirt rose up, giving me a nice peek at her tight little ass covered in skimpy black underwear that matched the uniform perfectly. My pussy quivered and my mouth watered at that sight.

Finally I ended the foreplay. “Miss Summers,” I said, rising from my seat. “Come here.” Jenny did as she was told and stood at the arm of the couch. I started walking a slow circle around her, eyeing her up and down. “Miss Summers, what exactly do you think is going to happen tonight?”

“Um…I don’t know…” she said weakly.

“Take your best guess,” I said, drawing the circle closer.

“Um, you want to have sex with me and then you’ll raise my grade?”

I laughed a little. “That’s cute, but I don’t hand out grades just for a quick tickle. So there’s a small correction to make to your statement.” I got up real close behind her and whispered into her ear. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, and then, if you’re a good girl for me, then I’ll consider changing your grade.”

She was visibly trembling at my closeness. “O-okay.”

“You will answer with a simple yes or no when spoken to,” I said. “For tonight, you’re going to address me as Miss Alexis and I will call you…well, whatever I like. Understood, Miss Summers?”

“Y-y-yes, M-miss Alexis,” She stammered.

I gave her a critical look and barked “Back straight! Eyes forward! Hands behind your back!” Startled, she complied with only a moment’s hesitation. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and where these, right?” I took the pair of handcuffs from my pocket and held them out just in front of her.

She swallowed and said “Yes, Miss Alexis.”

“There’s a good girl,” I said, bringing the handcuffs down to lock onto her wrists. “Now get down on your knees.” She did so, and I ran my hands over her shoulders and neck, gently stroking her golden hair while letting my own dark red fall out of its bun. “You’re a very pretty girl, Jenny. I want to do all kinds of things to you. But right now,” I got down on my knees just behind her, pinning her ankles beneath my own. “I want to hear you come.”

My hands went to her breasts and I began massaging them through the costume. I could tell by the feel of her slowly stiffening nipples that she wasn’t wearing a bra. A small moan escaped her as I kneaded her tits. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I muttered.

“Yes, Miss Alexis,” she sighed.

“Then let’s see what other noises you make.” I left one hand playing with her tits while the other slowly slid downward. I dragged my fingers over a taut belly and down over the skirt to her thigh. My hand crept up the inside of her thigh and she mecidiyeköy escort made an uncertain little whimper. “You do want to be a good girl don’t you?” I said, kissing the side of her neck soothingly. She let out a ragged breath and relaxed slightly.

I drew my hand up the inside of her thigh, fingertips barely touching her smooth skin. I traced her femoral artery across the sensitive flesh and was rewarded by her hips moving forward a little. I sucked on her neck as my fingers found their way upwards now, gliding over her underwear to the waistline.

She gasped when I slid my hand down into her underwear and started caressing the folds of her pussy. She moaned as I ran my fingers between her lips and began breathing harder as I pushed just the very tip of one into her hole, swirling it around gently. By the time I had worked my finger all the way into her warm, wet hole, she was panting like a bitch in heat. I pushed a second finger into her and started pumping in and out, finger fucking her cunt while I thumbed her clit and bit down on her neck a little, just enough to leave a mark. I held her close so I could feel her body pressed against mine as she squirmed and moaned as I played with her. Then suddenly, she came, her body stiffening while her hips humped through the orgasm until she shuddered and melted in my grip.

I lay her limp form flat on the floor in front of me and said softly into her ear “There’ll be plenty more of that if you’re good tonight.” She took a few trembling breaths, but didn’t seem to have the strength to answer.

I gave her a few hickies down the side of her neck while I reached back to remove my slacks. When I’d gotten home from work, I had masturbated three times thinking about tonight; it took some of the edge off, but though I had redressed to greet Jenny, I had not put my underwear back on.

Now naked from the waist down, I rolled the girl over and climbed up to straddle her face with my bare crotch. She looked up at me with apprehension, clearly on unfamiliar ground, so I decided to give her some instruction. “It’s time to start earning your grade. Get licking, slut.”

“Y-yes, Miss Alexis,” she answered. Screwing her eyes shut, she leaned forward and began lapping at my pussy.

I’d like to say that she was an amazing cunt eater, that she made me come over and over with her incredibly skilled tongue, but she wasn’t. However, it didn’t really matter that she wasn’t very good; I was so excited that I nearly came as soon as her tongue touched my lips. I held on to myself and tried to enjoy the experience for a little longer. I helped her a bit by rocking my hips back and forth, trying to direct her to other spots that she wasn’t getting to, until I was just humping. Whipping my blouse off so I could grab my tits through my lacy black bra, I fucked her face vigorously for a couple of minutes, letting the sensations flow from my pussy, riding the waves of pleasure. And then, finally, my orgasm crashed through me.

While I was catching my breath, Jenny looked up at me and asked “Was that good, Miss Alexis?”

“Don’t think that that will get you anything from me,” I said. “Just because I came doesn’t mean you were good.” She looked crestfallen at this, and I actually felt a little bad. Smiling down at her, I said “But there’s still plenty more that we’re going to do tonight.”

She looked up at me expectantly. “What should I do now, Miss Alexis?”

“Now,” I said, standing up. “On your feet. Come on, get up!” Awkward with her hands cuffed behind her back, she struggled to pick herself up, but made it eventually. “Good. Now follow me.”

I led the way to my bedroom, Jenny trailing behind me. She hesitated at the door while I sat on the edge of the bed. I crooked a finger at her and she slowly walked over to me. As soon as she got close enough, I grabbed her and threw her over my knee. With her in position, I reached over and into the drawer of the nightstand and took out a pair of scissors. Snipping away at the fishnet stockings, opened them up in the back so that I could get at her underwear.

“Miss Alexis? What are you doing?” she asked.

“Hold still. We don’t want anything to happen to this sweet little ass of yours, do we?” I spanked her to drive the point home and the feel of it under my hand was amazing. She yelped at the pain and I gave the bun that I’d spanked a squeeze and continued cutting.

I made a hole in the fishnets and snipped off her underwear, leaving her cute, tight ass exposed before me. I ran my hand over the amazingly soft skin florya escort of those firm, toned buns.

“You are a very naughty girl,” I told Jenny.

“Miss Alexis?”

“Oh, you show up to class, I’ll give you that, but you only turn in half of your assignments,” I spanked her with a ringing SLAP!

“You turn in two out of three essays.” Another SLAP! on the other side of her ass.

“And I think my comments on those should tell you what I thought of them.” A third SLAP!

“So here you are, whoring yourself for a grade.” A fourth SLAP! and her softly tanned skin was beginning to turn rosy; I do know how to give a really good spanking.

“What I want to know,” I said, grabbing a fistful of her blonde hair and pulling her head back, “is why, after showing so little interest in class, you’re so desperate to get a better grade.”

She was silent, so I spanked her again, hard. She shrieked at that, but still didn’t answer me. “Tell me why you want this grade or I’ll keep spanking you.”

That got her attention. “P-p-please Miss Alexis, please don’t. It hurts, Miss Alexis.”

“Then tell me.”

She didn’t answer. I raised my hand up to spank her again, and she suddenly shouted “My parents! It’s my parents, Miss Alexis! They said they’d cut me off if I got bad grades!”

I lowered my hand and caressed her sore buttocks soothingly. “There, there. Was that really so hard?” I let her relax for a few moments before offering up a suggestion. “If you want to get good grades, I can help.”

“Miss Alexis?”

“I can be your personal tutor and make sure that you do all the proper studying and that you don’t slack off.”

“You would do that, Miss Alexis?”

Leaning down, I whispered in her ear “I think you know my price.”

She took a shuddering breath and said “Yes, Miss Alexis. Thank you, Miss Alexis, thank you so much.”

“Good. Now get on the bed.” While she was climbing up, I reached into the lower drawer of my nightstand and pulled out the strapon harness and, after a moment’s consideration, a simple six-inch attachment. I put these on and made sure it fit snugly.

Turning my attention back to Jenny, I pushed her forward so she was face down and ass up. Getting behind her, I said “Pay close attention now. This is how you eat pussy.”

Her cute little ass in front of me, I licked her pussy good. I ran my tongue along her folds, teasing her hole while avoiding her clit. Then, I started tongue fucking her, pushing in as far as I could reach and tasting her from the inside. She moaned loudly, shrieking a few times when I really got into it. When I began paying attention to her clit, she nearly screamed in pleasure. I alternated between tongue fucking her and flicking her clit, with an occasional nibble thrown in as well. She came with a prolonged moan and I lapped up her sweet nectar.

As she lay in a heap, panting in the afterglow, I climbed up behind her and guided the strapon to her wet slit. She whimpered and squirmed at the sudden pressure when I pushed just the head of the dildo into her. “Stay still, whore,” I commanded, and she stopped moving. I teased her a little with the tip, and then shoved into her all the way to the hilt with one hard thrust, making her squeal.

I pulled out nearly all the way and pushed back in slowly, enjoying the feel of my clit grinding against the base of the dildo. Picking up the pace, I humped her faster and faster, building a rhythm. Jenny moaned and whimpered beneath me as I fucked her roughly. I could hear her whispering “Yes…yes, please, yes…oh God yes…”

This was what I loved, this was what I’d been craving for so long: owning this girl and taking my pleasure as I truly wanted to while she panted out her own lust. My orgasm was rising quickly, its heat pumping through me as I fucked and fucked and fucked my little sub-slut. Jenny came with a loud moan, which set me off on a wave of dizzying pleasure. I thrust hard into her and ground the last surges of stimulation from my throbbing clit.

When I recovered, I pulled out of Jenny’s well-used pussy and gave her ass a squeeze. “Not bad, whore,” I said. “I think I’ll give you a ‘C’ for your cunt.”

“But Miss Alexis,” she protested, voice still weak after her own climax “please, I need a better grade than that.”

I went to the lower drawer of my nightstand again and pulled out the next toy I wanted to use. With the experience of lots of practice, I switched out the strapon attachments in just a moment and turned back to her.

“Whore, if you’re cunt gets you a ‘C’ then what do you think will get you an ‘A?'”

I walked around so that she could get a good look at the new attachment. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the nine hard inches of black cock I was now wearing.

“A-anal?” she said.

“Very good, whore. Now get ready.”

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