The story i fell in love with The Brass Tack

The Brass Tack
by AsylumSeeker©

{Note : Here i loved the story so i have changed the girls name with my name as i wanted to be her}

Author's note: My heartfelt apologies for those who felt I gave up on the Working Girl
series. I was striving for a "King Kong" ending, where the beast's heart is softened by a
special woman. I obviously failed in my attempt. Thanks for letting me know I failed! I'll
keep writing, and now realize the ending is as, or more, important than the story itself. I
continue to grow.
Small groups of students clustered in the first floor hallway of the Donovan building.
Talking and laughter reverberated off the white plaster walls. Antique brass chandeliers
hung from the ceiling and cast an even light throughout.
When the entry door opened and the tell-tale swishing of Professor Dawkins' long robe
was heard, the hallway fell silent. A satisfied smile formed on his thin lips as he
personally acknowledged his students with a nod of his head and the wink of an eye. He
always made direct eye contact with his flock with a look of approval on his hawkish face.
He victoriously glanced up at the chandeliers. It had been a bitter struggle but he won
out. Modernizing Donovan would have been a huge mistake and a waste of precious
funds. He rolled his eyes in disbelief at the administrative thought process. The flock
needed shepherds, not prettier fences to pen them in.
He had a tall, slender frame, and always carried himself well. He walked with precise,
measured steps, as if conserving his allotted number. His most noticeable physical
features were his short, disheveled dark hair and a long hooked nose. He always wore a
suit, and over that a knee-length black robe. He held tradition in such high regard that he
had alienated himself from colleagues with his tenacious refusal to adopt modern
teaching techniques.
"Abandoning proven methods for the sake of change is sheer folly!" This was his motto.
To be quite frank, Professor Rodney Dawkins was the best professor at the private
women's college. Or so we were all thoroughly convinced. He never lightened his own
work load through the use of student teachers, and only he evaluated our work.
Therefore, our grades were consistent and fair. We always knew what was expected of
us.
That is why we continued to apply for his classes. And there never was any need to
worry, none at all, as long as we fully applied ourselves and did what was required. Yet
all of us glanced at the large brass tack on the cork bulletin board in fearful respect,
knowing that at mid-semester one of us could be selected by the sharp tip of the brass
pin. That knowledge encouraged us to excel in our studies, ask questions, and submit our
papers on time or early.
Inappropriate behavior was non-existent once the threshold of his classroom was
penetrated. There were no sidebar discussions or spontaneous comments of any sort.
Fear-based respect was always afforded Professor Dawkins. Even outside the classroom
rarely was his name mentioned, and absolutely never in a negative light.
Shalini must not have been aware of his strict authoritarian style. We tried to warn her
about the cavalier attitude and dismissive gestures that garnered the professor's stern
looks and frowns. But Shalini was a free spirit and would not be bridled, even for the
brief duration of his two weekly lectures. The lithe, vibrant brunette dismissed their
concern with the wave of a hand.
* * * * *
At mid-semester the professor reviewed student progress and determined if any of his
flock was in danger of failing. He took his profession seriously and felt that a student only
failed if the professor failed his student. It was incumbent upon him to ensure all avenues
were taken to teach and guide his flock through his field and to the next gate in their
intellectual career. Any errant sheep had to be encouraged to rejoin their peers.
Although the modern era had dismantled the practice of corporal punishment, Professor
Dawkins retained its use for extreme cases. And Shalini was such a case. She was not
the first to invite his fury, nor would she be the last. How he managed to implement the
outdated form of encouragement and avoid scandal escaped him. Perhaps other
classmates intimidated the weak into silence. Or maybe so grateful were the misguided
ones that despite the pain and humiliation they endured, they realized he did it out of his
love of teaching and genuine concern for their welfare.
A slight smile appeared on his otherwise stern face as he determined Shalini would need
to be corrected. He suspected from the very start that she would be a problem. The
young lady was strikingly beautiful and boastful of her appearance. She made every
effort to reveal as much of her body as possible.
Her short dark hair, which framed an attractive face, was teased into spikes and
supported by the hair gel which women now used. Shalini liked to employ the use of pullover
half-tops or thin blouses that focused attention on her naturally firm bosom and
bare, flat belly. Short skirts showed off her smooth golden legs, and the manner in which
she sat intermittently afforded views of her multi-colored selection of panties. He found it
as distracting as it was sensual.
He recalled the soft inner thighs as her legs willingly parted, revealing her panty-covered
crotch and the outline of her fragile folds. Thinking about her slender, shapely body
stirred his dormant penis. He silently scolded himself for his excitement, although not too
harshly. After all, he was but a man.
* * * * *
When the class assembled there was a hushed silence. They all knew that this was the
day. The brass tack would be removed from the left side of the cork board and either
placed beside the name of a student or to the right of the list. They nervously glanced at
one another as the professor intentionally delayed, creating dramatic tension.
The professor was an imposing figure, and appeared even more intimidating on this
particular occasion. He walked to the board, ceremoniously removing the tack. His eyes
slowly scanned the list of names typed on a single sheet of crisp white paper. He knew
his flock was watching with all the nervous fear of a condemned criminal viewing the
gallows.
He placed his right index finger beneath the top name and slowly moved it down, line by
line. His animated lips silently read each name as he subconsciously rolled the tack
between the fingers of his left hand. When he advanced to the next name he overheard
an audible gasp of relief as another of his sheep escaped the executioner's wrath.
Tension filled the air as his finger lowered. When his left hand moved up and it appeared
inevitable that a name was about to be selected, those still at risk stifled cries of despair.
Several shed tears which were quickly dabbed away to hide their unstable emotional
state. The others flashed Shalini hateful glares behind her back, as if her cavalier attitude
toward higher education was the catalyst for their nervous apprehension.
The professor pierced the paper and supporting cork. He pushed and buried the shaft
firmly into position before turning to face his class.
For some it was a cause for relief, but for others whose names were located within the
bottom cluster of print it caused considerable trepidation. The list of names was too small
to view from a distance, and only the brass tack's approximate position could be
observed.
An energy surged through him as his flock emanated the nervous fear he so loved. Fear
was respect, respect was power, and power was domination. And this domination enabled
him to teach so many and guide them to success. It gave him an incredible sense of
fulfillment and purpose.
He noticed with considerable dismay that Shalini Singleton appeared oblivious to the
enormity of her peril, for the brass tack had indeed selected her. Others whose names
were in close proximity squirmed uncomfortably in their straight-backed wooden chairs
like worms on a fishing hook. Sally Quick and Beverly Shaw, whose names bracketed
Shalini's, were nearly in tears and repeatedly wrung their hands. Although his face
remained stoic, he was smiling inside. He had all of his pupils, save one, exactly where
he wanted.
"Those of you that have complete confidence in your non-selection may enjoy an early
release," he announced.
After a brief hesitation, the sound of wooden chair legs sliding against the linoleum tile
filled the chamber with noise. Most of the girls vacated the room as they whispered
amongst themselves. When the last had filed out, Professor Dawkins noticed that five
remained.
Oddly enough it was the four most frightened that had no reason to express that
emotion. Shalini, in contrast, seemed completely at ease.
"Gloria Turner, please advance to the board and read the name selected. Take the others
out with you," he directed. "Be sure to close the door in your wake."
She complied with his request. Anxious sighs of relief were heard as the others learned
they had escaped a dreadful fate and gladly retreated from the room. Only Shalini
remained. When the door closed with a loud metallic click he noticed that she flinched. He
suspected there was a great deal of turmoil beneath the unbroken surface. His
punishment would send far-reaching ripples across her emotional pond.
"Advance to the demonstration bench." It was not a request, but a stern demand that
offered no alternative.
The demonstration bench was a beautiful long, heavy cherry table with ornately carved
legs. The rich, polished wood surface shimmered in the light of day. It had a dual
purpose; to teach, and to motivate. Today the latter would be its primary function.
Shalini shuddered as a cold chill rippled through her body. The table looked strangely
ominous as it seemingly beckoned for her. She glanced back toward the closed door. It
was a tempting thought, but she needed the money.
"Yes, think hard about your future," he advised his misguided pupil. "Choose the door
and leave behind all that can be achieved. Or accept your punishment, learn by it, and
stay the course."
Shalini nervously arose and repeatedly glanced from the table to the door. She took one
tentative step toward the exit, hesitated, and withdrew. Shalini really needed the money.
A thousand dollars was a lot to her. But would it be worth it?
She swallowed hard and boldly advanced. He seemed pleased by Shalini's final decision
despite its lack of conviction. As she stood beside the table he retrieved an old wooden
box from its resting place beneath the bench. The professor placed it on the table top,
opened two metal latches, and raised the lid. It was opened carefully as it contained rare
teaching artifacts of extreme value. Education was a family tradition that had deep roots.
Shalini watched with increasing trepidation as he removed four leather cuffs. A thick,
round metal ring dangled from each. To her untrained eyes they appeared to be old, for
each had a weathered appearance.
"You can busy yourself by removing all of your clothing," he mentioned without looking
away from his preparations. "It shouldn't take long for as little as you choose to wear."
"Are you serious?" she questioned in surprise. Even though Nancy had warned her of this
she couldn't quell her initial reaction of disbelief.
He didn't answer. Instead he gently removed four coiled metal chains. The links were
small and their purpose seemed obvious. Two items remained. Shalini stood fully
clothed, heart pounding wildly in her chest. She watched in a trance-like stare as his
hands removed another, larger leather strap. It was adorned with a highly polished round
piece of wood. At first Shalini was puzzled as to its purpose, but when she noticed the
many dents in its otherwise smooth surface she realized the function it served.
The paddle was last, and its appearance filled her with such dread that her eyes again
returned to the closed door. It had a thick wood handle. Above the handle it blossomed
out into a large, flat surface. One side of the paddle was smooth and covered in leather.
The other side bristled with tiny abrasions and looked much more ominous. He placed the
paddle with the leather side up, as if to assure her that he intended to wield the
instrument compassionately.
"Your clothes," he again prompted. "Unless you prefer I use the other side." She watched
fearfully as he turned the paddle over. When she began to loosen her clothing, Professor
Dawkins flipped it over to the leather-cloaked side.
He watched with considerable interest as Shalini peeled the tight top from her body and
revealed her breasts. Under normal circumstances it wasn't any big deal. She was
accustomed to being seen nude since she worked the stages of a local strip club as a
primary source of income. But under these trying conditions and his glaring stare, Shalini
experienced shame and humiliation.
After carefully folding her shirt over the back of a nearby chair, Shalini pushed the elastic
waistband of her short skirt down over her curved hips. She held it up to keep from
collecting any dirt from the cold linoleum floor as she stepped out of it, and folded it over
with the top. Only her red panties remained.
Shalini couldn't comprehend why she felt so intimidated by him, but she was. And finally
she put her finger on what had been eluding her. This wonderful, dedicated teacher had
earned her full respect. He wasn't anything like she'd expected. Despite the hard
exterior, inside she discovered warmth and compassion. Maybe that was why she walked
to the table instead of the door. Initially it was money that provided the motivation for
her return to the classroom, but everything after that she owed to him.
Her trembling fingers grasped the waistband of the panties and pushed them to her
knees. Gravity pulled them around her ankles. Instead of bending down, she removed
one foot and lifted the other, pulling from it the final garment of clothing.
The professor gestured for her to approach. A large lump formed in the back of her throat
as her stomach knotted. Her entire being began trembling as a cold chill shot down her
spine. Goose bumps formed on her skin. He smiled inside as he observed the delayed
reaction he had anticipated seeing much earlier. He had finally broken through. Professor
Dawkins felt a deep sense of accomplishment as hope for her future remained alive.
After considerable hesitation Shalini obediently complied. When he held a leather strap
up she extended her left arm. He wrapped it around the wrist and cinched it down. He
held out the second one and secured it around her right wrist. The professor lowered to
his knees with the remaining two small straps in hand. Shalini flushed red in
embarrassment and closed her eyes in shame as she felt his hot breath on her lower
belly. Surely he enjoyed the close-up view of her shaved pussy and delighted in seeing
the moist pink folds.
In reality he was professional to the end. He took no advantage of her precarious position
and concentrated on the task at hand. After the straps were secured to her ankles, he
picked up the long strap with the piece of round, dimpled wood attached. The wood ball
was moved to her lips. Shalini understood and her mouth opened. He tightened the
straps of the ancient gag around her head.
Shalini had always exuded fearless confidence, but that was no longer the case. She
visibly trembled before him as tears moistened her overanxious eyes. She felt trapped in
his admonishing gaze like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle. The knot in
her stomach tightened. A single tear rolled down a cheek.
He picked up the coils of chain one at a time. Shalini became desperately frightened and
closed her eyes, unable to watch more. She gasped as each chain was attached to the
rings on the four small straps bound to her wrists and ankles. Although Shalini could not
know, he employed them in hopes that the mere sight of them would instill fear and
obedience. Their use was not actually required for a simple paddling.
When all was said and done, Shalini's naked form was spread-eagle with her lower belly
pressed against the edge of the table. Two chains held her arms outstretched, with the
other end of the chains passing through metal rings previously unobserved and looped
back until the desired tension was applied. Her legs were affixed to the floor in a similar
manner, spread to the point of discomfort.
"How have I failed you? I try and try with all my heart to reach all of my pupils, to inspire
them with my teachings. So many have gone on to lead successful careers, create
families, and repeat the process. Why am I unable to reach you? Why do you close your
mind to knowledge? Are you aware of the power it possesses?"
He spoke the words with such a passion that it brought tears to her eyes. How
desperately she wanted to reveal that it was all a plan, that she had been honestly
inspired by him all along. She heard the guilt-laced frustration in his voice. If the wooden
ball hadn't filled her mouth she would have told him that he hadn't failed her at all, but
that she had intentionally fared poorly to meet the terms of a verbal contract that offered
money at a time of dire need.
Hot tears of shame flowed down her cheeks. He hadn't failed her at all, instead she had
betrayed the trust he placed in each of his students. Shalini understood now.
She was filled with a sharp stinging pain that ripped the breath from lungs. It
momentarily overwhelmed her. It took several seconds to recover.
"That was the other side," he lied, for the smooth leather surface had been used. "The
abrasive surface tears the skin and inflicts misery the likes of which you never want to
experience. Open your mind and learn, and you will never again feel it upon your flesh.
You have such potential. Your mind is far more beautiful than your exterior."
The pain had no part in the tears that flowed. If she could only speak, even for a
moment, her heart would spill its true feelings. Did he really think her mind was
beautiful?
For a second time the paddle struck, but it was much less severe. Professor Dawkins
didn't use intense pain to inspire. Merely the threat of it was enough. Therefore he struck
her flesh with a fraction of the force he could bring to bear. Her heart rejoiced, for she
knew she could endure the paddle and excel. Her mind was less on the paddle and more
on the lesson. The professor thought her smart and had more faith in her than she had in
herself.
Eight more times the paddle struck with a loud clapping sound. Each was followed by a
mild surge of stinging pain that, once endured, rapidly dissipated. At the end her round
cheeks reddened in protest and ached in discomfort, but it wasn't nearly as bad as her
mind had imagined it would be. He silently unhooked the ends of the chains and removed
them from the leather straps, but left the straps and gag in place as a reminder of her
transgressions.
"Return to your desk and write a three page essay on what you have learned from this. I
have left the leather straps in place in the event you require additional motivation.
Approach when you have finished," he carefully instructed.
Shalini returned to her desk, and he to his. The professor read and graded assignments
as he waited for her essay to be completed. For Shalini, it was an emotional task. She
felt mild discomfort as her sore bare bottom pressed upon the wooden seat. It was a
distracting reminder of the lesson he had instilled. But once she pushed the discomfort
from her mind the words flowed, and three pages were easily filled as she related all the
changes that she felt within.
When she was finished, Shalini nervously approached the professor's desk. He looked up
from his work and gestured her forward. Her entire body trembled as she obediently
followed his unspoken directions and stood before his desk. He took the essay from her
extended hand and carefully read it as she nervously waited for his approval.
The Brass Tack
by AsylumSeeker©
"It is honest and surprisingly well crafted for a pupil whose own inaction led me to falsely
doubt her communications skills," he commented after considerable thought. "You have
learned well, and I have complete confidence that at the end of this semester your
grades will challenge those of your peers. I will consider this an extra credit assignment.
Do not make me regret this decision."
She looked him directly in the eyes and promised that she would not give him any cause
for regret. He believed her, for he saw the sincerity in her soft, moist eyes. His hands
reached around, loosened, and removed the leather head strap and round wooden gag.
He placed it on his desk along with her essay.
"A lesson learned well must be rewarded," he announced with a sense of pride and
happiness in his voice that lightened her heavy heart. "Misery is not all I can dispense."
He allowed himself to look at her as a man, not a teacher. Her beauty was undeniable.
From the spiked dark hair and pretty face to the swells of flesh that dangled from her
chest, and all the way down to the trimmed soft curls that flanked her center. He admired
all of her, and in so doing stirred his member which eagerly throbbed with life.
For reasons which Rodney could not explain, these remedial lessons always garnered him
much affection from his students. He learned long ago that they were made even more
effective when pleasure followed pain, when love followed humiliation, and when success
followed failure. It was his tradition, and he had to mentally separate the man from the
teacher in order to maintain a professional distance when classroom instruction
continued.
He leaned towards her, and she to he. Their eyes closed as their lips met for the first
time. The kissing started out soft and tentative as his warm hands cupped her cool
cheeks. His fingers felt wonderful on her face and she shuddered against him. Finally his
tongue gently pressed to her lips and her mouth opened, eagerly accepting the wet
muscle deeply inside. They kissed, and only kissed, for minutes.
They tasted one another as tongues entwined and parried, thrust and retreated, all in an
incredibly erotic dance. For one brief moment in time his shield was lowered and Shalini
caught a glimpse of the man behind the stern mask and found him to be an amazing
individual. Kind, caring, compassionate, respectful; he was all of these things to her, and
more.
She was more than ready when his hands left her face and cupped her soft, warm
mounds. She arched her back and pressed herself harder against his strong fingers. Her
nipples hardened as his thumbs gently rubbed on the hard tips. Tingling warmth filled her
body. She groaned aloud in shameless delight. The outer folds of her pussy separated
like the petals of a flower to the sun's warming rays. Wetness seeped from her pussy in
desire, anxious to fill the aching cavity.
True to his character, Professor Dawkins was patient and gentle. Learning was a slow
process, and so was his loving. Warm, soft kissing and the tender stroking of her breasts
and nipples had worked Shalini into an excited frenzy.
While most guys she'd been with skipped foreplay and just wanted to please themselves,
the professor took it to the opposite extreme. She was more than ready for him, yet still
he only kissed and touched her quivering flesh. Shalini wanted, needed, more.
"You may seek what you crave," he finally whispered, allowing her the privilege of his
intimacy.
Having received his approval, she anxiously tugged the zipper down its track and slipped
her soft fingers inside the opening. Shalini gently grasped the swollen head and invited it
out to play. Once freed, it stood upright in search of a new, temporary home. The tip
seemingly sniffed at the air and leaned in the direction of her moist center.
He grasped her underarms and lifted Shalini into a sitting position on the side of his
uncluttered desk. His hands moved down and grasped the elastic waistband of her
panties. A small wet spot was already visible in the narrow crotch. He pulled them down
her sleek thighs and over her shapely calves. Once removed, the legs parted in silent
invitation. He glanced down at what was offered; the trimmed rectangular patch of curls
and the glistening pink lips nestled within.
Her hips rotated back as she offered herself fully. He stepped between the limbs. His
hands grasped her hips. As he advanced toward her, his erect cock pressed against the
shimmering flesh. Shalini gasped as she pivoted her head back. The black spikes of hair
vibrated as her form quivered with nervous passion.
She jumped when the bulbous head pushed between the outer folds and entered the
slick, narrow canyon. She'd only had two lovers. When Shalini considered her relative
lack of experience she was filled with anxiety. How could she think herself worthy of his
loving attention? Her eyes moistened with tears in awe of the man and mentor who was
about to take her. She desperately wanted to please him.
"I want to be good for you," she heard herself whispering in a breathless, broken voice.
"Desire lies in the heart, not the flesh," he responded. "If you sincerely want to please
me, then you shall."
Shalini softly moaned as the tip of his sizeable mass shifted into position. The round head
throbbed at the narrow opening as her leaking juice coated the smooth purplish-red
member. His hands reached beneath her seated body and clutched her sore ass cheeks.
As his fingers dug into the flesh he drew her forward, simultaneously pressing his cock at
the entrance to her core.
She winced and softly cried out as the walls stretched wide. The penetration of his
pulsating head was accompanied by her sharp groans and his soft, reassuring sighs.
Always the caring mentor, he gently eased deeper inside. Her fingers tightened their hold
on the edges of the desk as she shuddered in delight. His fingers rhythmically squeezed
her ass as his hips pumped, spearing deeper into her wet canal.
"Oh!" she moaned aloud as his throbbing prick filled her aching void. Tears formed in her
eyes and spilled down her rosy cheeks. "Oh professor, I'm so sorry. I don't deserve you."
"Shush," he whispered, compelling her silence. "Each of the flock deserves the shepherd's
staff, especially those who have strayed. Believe in yourself as much as I believe in you,
and there will be no limit to your success."
Her pitiful, grounded heart soared. Tingling warmth erupted in her loins as his penis filled
her core with throbbing affection. Liquid love seeped from the tip and mixed with her
flowing essence. His staff nudged her back in line with the others, guiding her to the gate
that led to the next field. As it did her body gripped the shaft, bathing it in hot wetness.
He glided in and out of her juicy center, displaying the loving affection he felt for all his
pupils.
Shalini's form writhed in pleasure. Her bare breasts jiggled with each thrust. His long
prick reached inside her belly, stimulating not only her enlarged clitoris but also Shalini's
perception of herself. Juice soaked her sex and dripped from the swollen pink folds as he
repeatedly pierced her center, driving deeper with each stroke.
"Ah!" her voice softly exclaimed each time his cock pierced into her core. Her heart raced
as she twitched on the edge of the desk, oozing essence onto the highly polished wood
surface.
Professor Dawkins loved his female students, especially the weak ones. Shalini was no
different. His steel-hard prick extended into her succulent chamber, savoring the pleasure
of her juicy center. The walls fluttered around his shaft, coaxing droplets of thick cum
from the tip. He slid back and forth along the length of the slick canal, breathing heavily
from his physical efforts.
"Oh, professor..." Shalini's groaning voice trailed off in amazed wonder.
Her mind drifted to thoughts of her work, where an assortment of men slipped bills down
the front of her panties and illegally touched her pussy lips. If she was in the mood and
the tip was good, she let them sneak a few fingers under the crotch of her G-string and
push them into her moist slit. A finger would inevitably push inside her canal and briefly
finger-fuck her lithe, shimmering form. That always made her nipples hard.
The incredible heat in her loins mounted and moved upward. Her face flushed red with
excitement. Droplets of perspiration formed on her luminescent skin. The professor
grunted with each driving thrust, pummeling her center with his erect cock. Her groans
intensified as ripples of pleasure grew stronger, pushing her closer to sexual release.
The mental vision of sexual improprieties and the arousing sensations that accompanied
the professor's penetrating cock quickly had Shalini on the verge of climax. Her fingers
tightened around the edge of the desk as he slammed into her supple body, vibrating her
entire being with ripples of delight. She momentarily tensed, feeling as if every muscle
was flexing. A second later she moaned aloud in breathless declarations of joy and
shuddered in spasms of ecstasy. Her flesh powerfully quaked as flowing juice bathed his
moving stem and dripped from the quivering pink folds of her pussy.
The orgasm quickly peaked and faded, but the professor was still far from done. He sat
down in his chair and pulled her onto his lap, where his stiff penis re-entered her steamy
core. Their mouths hungrily met in passionate tongue kissing. The wet muscles anxiously
entwined, shamelessly rubbing against one another in an erotic dance of desire. His
hands reached up and grasped her bouncing breasts. He squeezed on the firm swells and
throbbing nipples, feeling as she shuddered atop him in delight.
He pumped upward as Shalini rocked up and down, pivoting at the knees. Her head titled
back and she softly moaned up at the ceiling. His strong fingers gently kneaded the
mounds and prodded the hard nipples, adding to the pleasurable sensations that filled
her loins. Sweat ran down her body as essence seeped from her belly.
In her mind they were at the club, mating in a chair along pervert row as another dancer
moved her half-naked body in rhythm with the music just a few feet away. The dancer
leaned over and now it was her that Shalini was kissing. Inspired by the fantasy, Shalini
kissed her professor faster and harder, pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth. He
responded in kind, caressing her creamy globes and tweaking the swollen nipples with
renewed excitement. The pink tips ached with excitement, pulsating with every beat of
her rapidly pounding heart.
The stripper she was kissing stood upright, and in Shalini's mind the girl was pulling the
crotch of her G-string to one side and displaying her shaved pussy. Shalini had never
been with a another girl, but that didn't keep her from thinking about it. She imagined
the stripper pulling Shalini's face up to her crotch and rubbing herself on her mouth.
Shalini fantasized she was eating the offered twat, eagerly licking and sucking on the
juicy flesh. She imagined working her tongue into the hot slit and devouring the flesh as
pussy juice coated her face.
She interrupted the kiss and leaned back, groaning sharply as a second climax
approached. Her body moved faster, desperately fucking his driving cock. Her mouth
moved in sensual motions as her mind played out the fantasy. Her curled tongue flicked
up and down as she fantasized tongue-fucking the stripper. She could almost taste the
hot juice that would be smearing over her lips and chin and warming her belly
"Oh!" Shalini excitedly gasped. She was so close.
Her body suddenly froze before erupting in wild spasms of delight. The tingling warmth
centered in her loins radiated outward, throughout her writhing form. The breath was
ripped from her searing lungs as sweat rolled down her skin. Her frantic cries of pleasure
filled the quiet hall with noise.
Her body relaxed after the brief eruption of intense pleasure. The professor lifted her off
his lap and guided her into a kneeling position before him. Shalini stared at his swollen
member. It glistened with a mixture of juice and seed. A fat drop of cum had collected at
the tip and stubbornly clung to the rounded head. She looked at his magnificent staff in
awe, noting the ridges along the straight shaft. Her hands reached forward and supported
the base of his towering stem. Her mouth moved in and commenced sucking on the
penis.
His hands tenderly cradled the back and top of her head. He guided her movements for
his maximum pleasure. The leaking drop of semen finally rolled onto her tongue.
Shalini's hot mouth was filled with his musk flavor as she eagerly swallowed it down.
He pulled her head down and pushed the tip of his penis to the back of her throat. When
she started gagging he calmed her with his controlled, soothing voice. Fingers gently
stroked the front of her neck in a relaxing motion.
"Relax and let it pass down your throat. Don't fight it," he instructed.
Shalini imagined his cock moving down her throat. She relaxed, and the next time he
pushed inside, the slippery head bumped at her throat and moved bent around the curve.
She concentrated on the feel of his driving penis and was overwhelmed by a sense of
pride as she successfully devoured his prick. The accomplishment renewed her selfconfidence
and bolstered her desire for his affection.
Professor Dawkins groaned in delight as the sensitized tip rubbed along the length of her
amazing tongue and slid down her velvet-smooth throat. Tingling pressure gripped his
balls and lower belly. He was so proud of his pupil as the building pressure of his moving
seed stimulated his loins. She gagged a few times, but overcame the discomfort as he
expected she would.
As his fingers sifted through the spikes of dark hair he pumped into her wondrous mouth.
Shalini engulfed him in hot wetness. She moved him to the brink of orgasm. His soft
grunts grew louder as the seed advanced from his laden balls. Tingling pressure filled his
loins and pulsating penis.
"Uh!" he exclaimed as he ejaculated thick, hot cum into her mouth. The sudden flood of
semen overwhelmed her mouth. She quickly swallowed what she could as the rest oozed
from the corners of her mouth. Shalini kept sucking for the duration of his climax. More
was injected into her luscious mouth, which she readily ingested.
When he was done she looked up into his eyes. He smiled down at his willing pupil.
"There are no obstacles to learning that, with my guidance, cannot be overcome," he
assured her in a soft, confident voice. "Use your beautiful mind. That's where true beauty
lies."
* * * * *
The lunch crowd was smaller than usual so Shalini focused her attention on a lonely,
overweight, middle-aged balding man that was seated at pervert row. Pervert row
referred to the chairs that lined the stage, allowing the most desperate men to be as
close to the action as possible. Despite her attention he seemed inattentive, as if lost in
thought. Shalini began to realize the valuable time she was wasting. Her thoughts
returned to Professor Dawkins and his assurances that she had a beautiful and insightful
mind.
Her gaze shifted to the door as it briefly opened. A figure, silhouetted by bright sunlight,
entered. Once darkness returned Shalini recognized Nancy. She sat at a table furthest
away from the stage, as if embarrassed by Shalini's half-naked form. After the song
ended, Shalini approached the new patron and sat beside her.
Nancy slid a sealed envelope across the table. "I heard that you did very well. Thanks. I
included a bonus."
Shalini opened the envelope suspiciously. As she counted fifteen $100 dollar bills a smile
formed on her lips.
"What's this all about, anyway?" Shalini questioned. "You told me I'd understand
afterwards, but I'm still confused."
Nancy gratefully smiled as her eyes stared off into the distance. Several moments of
silence elapsed as her mind thought of another time.
"Well?" Shalini impatiently asked.
Nancy harshly glared at the stripper. "You don't deserve him; you never did. Professor
Dawkins is the kind and gentle man that changed my life. I just wanted to thank him the
only way I could."
Shalini's brow wrinkled in a gesture of uncertainty. "I went through all that so he could
fuck me?"
The woman became livid. "Please tell me you're not this dense! The professor's very
existence is centered on helping people. The best way I could think of to thank him for all
he's done for me is by giving him you. He derives such joy from showing a misguided
pupil the way

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