Cindy: The Professor's Bane Ch. 01

He carefully stretched his cream covered sack and scraped the razor around his testicles.

"Good boy." Cindy grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it up so that her perky nipples popped out from underneath it. She started rubbing one of them along with her cunt--pinching it and stretching it with her fingers. "You want to taste my titty, Professor?"

"Yes." He couldn't help but answer. The awkwardness of shaving underneath his iron cock was almost dangerous.

Her tiny nipple jutted out like a "fuck me" antenna. "Then shave your ass, too."

Johnson groaned in disgust.

She teased him until the entire lower half of his body was shorn smooth.

"Get on your hands and knees and come here."

He felt like a crawling animal--more naked than he'd ever felt before. His cock was throbbing. The skin of his balls itched. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He needed to fuck, and here was a beautiful teenager sitting on the toilet diddling herself. He had earned a good fuck after this wholly disgusting act.

"Stay right there. Don't move." She touched herself, seemingly feeding off of his desire for her. Her inviting breast teased him; her smooth legs were wide open and sticking to the toilet. He could feel the cool bathroom air breeze past his freshly shaved ass.

"Oh my God, you're so pathetic." Cindy was losing herself. Her blue eyes locked on his body. He felt so exposed.

"Sit up. Put your hands behind your back. Crawl over here on your knees and lick my nipple, doggy."

Johnson's dick bobbed. He wanted her. He wanted to take her power away. He moved toward her.

"You keep your grabby hands behind your back, Professor. If you touch me with anything other than your tongue, I swear to God I'll scream."

His shuffling knees bruised against the hard tile. The combination of her girl musk and the dirty stench of the bathroom invaded his nostrils. His tongue reached out and touched her hard nipple. It was heavenly, and yet he hated his desire for it.

"Good. Oh my God. Lap it like a dog, you horny freak." Cindy's words were increasingly urgent. She had transformed before his eyes. He could feel her small body jerking underneath his tongue, the toilet lid jiggled and slapped against the rim as her sticky skin rode the bowl.

Johnson licked at her tit, feeling it bend and wiggle with each flick of his tongue. It was so soft, so young. He hadn't tasted anything like this for so many years. His cock wanted to explode. Instead, Cindy did.

"Oh, fuck. Get me off, dog." Her small body quaked in orgasm. Her arm jerked frantically, her hand buried under her wet panties. He could smell the rising scent of her juices as his tongue grazed along her evasive nipple. "Oohh." She moaned, breathily.

"Okay, wait," she said, her chest rising and falling under his hungry tongue. Her hand grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanked his tongue away from her breast, and threw his head away. "Wait." She recovered.

Johnson was desperately unsatisfied. Would this night ever end? He sat on his knees next to her. He felt so ignored--like nothing more than a used sex toy.

"I guess you deserve a reward after all, Professor," she said finally, her perky demeanor returning. She poked him in the nose with her little finger. "Let's go back to my room!"

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"From now on Professor, I want your cock always lubed up and ready to go." Johnson looked at the small bottle with the attached chain Cindy had just tossed him. "Keep that bottle around your neck. Come on, just like this." She grabbed it from his hand and wrapped the chain over his head. "Well, go ahead, lube up your prick." Cindy had a particular way of emphasizing the naughty words, as if she was somehow deliberately defying authority when she said them.

Johnson extricated some lube from the bottle and timidly began rubbing his throbbing cock. After watching her orgasm, he desperately wanted one of his own. The feeling was revolting. The words on her T-shirt seemed larger than before now--"Boy Beater". The odd freckle and tiny soft hairs on her arms made him wish he could feel her hand pumping around his shaft once again--only this time to complete the job.

"Yeah. Make it all slippery wet, Professor." Cindy's bubbly demeanor had again begun deteriorating. "Lay back on that bed."

Johnson immediately lay on his back on the bottom bunk of the bed, still rapidly jerking off his tent pole. Finally, perhaps she would allow him to cum. Cindy walked over to the bed, where she tucked under the top bunk. She threw one of her legs around Johnson's upper torso and sat on his chest. Johnson's arm wrapped around her waist, his hand still slipping up and down on his cock. He strangely relished the weight of Cindy's body straddling his rib cage. She thrust the words on her tits into his face.

"Good boy. Slurp that dick, Professor." Her breathy lips practically touched his lobe and her slender arm stretched to the head of the bed to hold the mounds of her chest over his eyes.

Johnson could feel the baby smoothness of Cindy's upper thigh against his pumping forearm. Her blonde pony tail dangled lightly over top of his head, the slight perfumed smell of her conditioner penetrating his nose.

Cindy once again focused Johnson's attention when she breathed into his ear, "What does my shirt say, Professor?"

Johnson's hand was a blur on his dick; he was so close, yet so far from really feeling this girl. Humiliated, he allowed himself to utter the words.

"B-b-b. . . Boy Beater," he stammered--his barely audible speech broken by the emphatic cock stroking behind her.

"What's that, Professor?"

"B-b-boy Beater," he said, more strongly this time. He felt filthy, used, humiliated. His orgasm was only a few strokes away.

"That's right, Professor. You like boy beaters like me?" she taunted him. "Are you my naughty, shaved little boy?" Cindy's bubbly image had drained away completely, leaving only fruity combination of Cindy's strawberry lip-gloss and the fresh scent of the body lotion trapped in her T-shirt.

"No. No." Johnson started shuddering underneath the teenager.

"Yes you are." She grunted into his ear. Her shaky breath whispered through her teeth. "You wanna get laid?"

"Yes!" He was so close. He couldn't stop stroking. He was too far over the edge now.

"Well, maybe tomorrow--if you're a good boy."

"Oh my God, " Johnson choked. His entire body shuddered and convulsed underneath his young student. "Oh my God," he repeated, louder now. His steel dick erupted its first load of cum behind the girl on top of him. The teenager bucked and bounced slightly over his violently shuddering legs. It felt as if they were spring loaded and directly attached to his ejaculatory muscles. His hand squeezed with all its might as another jet of sperm flooded out of his cock. Her pungent combination of perfume and girl musk invaded his nostrils; his metamorphosis from feared Professor to a naked, shaved, cock jerking boy-toy was made abundantly clear by the contents of the writing across the small mounds of her breast.

Cindy grabbed the Professor's hair and pulled his head back; sloppy, wet slurping sounds filled the room along with his constricted cries of humiliating pleasure.

"You're my naughty jerk-squirter, Professor."

Johnson grunted and shuddered in orgasm--pinned down on the bed by his 'Boy Beater'. "Oh no. No." Finally his cock eruptions ended as his conscious mind began to regain control.

"Good boy, Professor!" Cindy said brightly, instantly regaining her child-like exuberance. She sat up, and then immediately wrapped her leg back around and stood beside the bed. She swung her head around and looked down toward her cute ass. "Oopsy! You squirted your cum on me, Professor. That wasn't very nice!" She turned around and showed him her bottom. Most of his cum had squirted onto the hem of her shorts, and was dripping down her thighs.

"Ew. Gross, Professor," she said with slight scowl in his direction. He couldn't help but feel a little satisfied at this. If his dick wasn't able to touch her, at least his cum was.

"God, Professor, how much did you cum?" Cindy turned around, trying to decide what to do. "I know," she announced, "Since you got your horny sperm all over me, why don't you get it off." Standing beside the bed, she bent one leg over his head so that her cum covered thigh hovered over his face. "Lick it off, Professor," Cindy ordered with complete seriousness.

"Cindy, please. . ." he started to say, just as a thick drop of his sperm dripped off the teenager's leg landing just to the side of his nose. He could feel it slithering down his cheek; the deep musk of his own semen was mixing with the strong odor emanating from the edge of her shorts.

"Come on, don't you want to lick my pretty leg, you horny old man?" She looked down across her leg and into his eyes. "Lick it just like you did my titty. Come on, be a good boy."

Johnson felt another dollop of sperm land on his chin. He wanted to wipe his face off.

"No. No!" she held his arms down with her hands. "Lick it off, Professor."

Johnson, feeling completely debased, slowly stuck his fluttering tongue out and licked Cindy's thigh. His salty cum entered his throat, tickling it. She made him do the same with her other leg, all while he felt his cum slithering down the side of his cheek and chin.

"Good boy," she said after he finally finished. She lifted her leg off the bed and forced him to eat what remained on his face. He'd never tasted his own cum before, and Cindy giggled at him when it made him cough.

"Doesn't that taste good?" she ridiculed him.

If he had his way, he'd never taste it again.

"Now Professor, I think it's time you got dressed and went home."

Was this it? Was this all that she wanted from him? He slowly got dressed in his suit.

"I have some homework for you, Professor."

Homework? Johnson looked at her. "Please, Cindy. What do you want?"

"Oop, you missed some." Her finger picked up a little errant sperm from her inner thigh. "Open up, doggy."

Before he had a chance to, Cindy pressed her wet finger between his lips and slid it along his tongue. He wanted to bite her finger off, but instead he obediently swallowed her offering.

"Good little cum-boy!"

He wanted to slap her.

"Now, I'll come over to your house at around 7:00 pm tomorrow, Professor. Before that you have to have a few things done for me."

"Cindy--"

"Oh, you just shush. It'll be fun! First thing you have to do is shave before I get there, just like you did today." She picked up the grocery bag that held Johnson's new razor. "Smooth as a baby's bottom, 'k, doggy?" She then picked up a videotape from her bedside table, dropped it in the bag, and handed it to him. "Then you have to watch this. She's really pretty, so you should like it. No getting cum all over it, now!"

Who did this fucking bitch think she was? He marveled at her lack of fear. There was no weakness in her. No apologies. His indignities tonight, and his "homework" tomorrow spoke of a larger plan, and he couldn't even begin to fathom what it was. After what he'd been through already, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out.

"Don't forget the rules, doggy. Oh, and you should be getting a big package tomorrow afternoon, too. No peeking though, it's a surprise!"

On his way home, he looked apprehensively at the videotape she had given him. His knees were sore, his balls itched, his throat tickled, and his forearms were red with rug burn. The otherwise innocuous, even jocular phrase repeatedly kept taunting him--gnawing at his self-esteem, questioning his very identity as a man--"Boy Beater."

He hated her.

To be continued. . .