Cindy: The Professor's Bane Ch. 03

The exchange started to feel like an actual conversation. Johnson couldn't help but let his guard down a little and crack a smile of pride. "Oh, most of them liked it alright, I think. I made them cum."

"Really? How do you know?" Cindy was suddenly serious, genuinely interested in his answers, as if he was teaching her about sex.

"Well," Johnson had to suppress a laugh, but he was glad to at least be talking rather than simply being degraded. "I just knew, Cindy."

"Oh," she wondered again. "Wow. Geez. You know, I really like to. . . ." She stopped short abruptly. He had started to relax a bit. She seemed to want to really talk to him, but her eyes suddenly looked at him with intense confusion. It was eerie.

Her powerful will took back the reigns, seemingly vetoing the conversation she wanted to have with him. Her face turned more focused. "Well, you must be really good then, huh?"

"I. . . ." Johnson was sorry he'd opened his mouth.

Her hands framed her face as her smile reappeared.

"I guess." He shook his head not knowing what she wanted to hear, "I don't know."

"Well, did you at least kiss them first, Professor?"

"What?" He looked up at her as he tied the second bow around the doll's leg finishing off its acquiescent picture of whorishness.

Cindy bit her bottom lip and squinted her eyes mischievously. "Do you even know how to kiss a girl, Professor?"

Johnson's eyes closed.

"Answer me!" Cindy petulantly struck the arm of her chair with her hand.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Cindy smiled.

"Yes, I know how to kiss girls." He played the subservient puppet for her.

"Prove it, Professor." Cindy leaned back in her chair and stretching her knee-socked legs in front of her. "Why don't you snuggle up to your filthy little whore there and give her a nice kiss. I don't guess that whores get kissed very often before they're porked raw by dirty old men like you." Cindy's confounding mixture of gutter language and sweet innocence continued to jar him. "Come on, I think she'd like it!"

Johnson reluctantly got up and sat next to the slouching sex-toy. He looked at Cindy pleadingly. "Please, don't."

"Don't what?" Her legs kicked playfully out in front of her. "Come on, Professor, at least give the girl a little kiss before you slut-fuck her!"

Johnson looked at the indecent "O" formed by the sex doll's lifeless, rubbery lips.

"I can't," he looked back at her, "This is ridiculous, Cindy."

"Professor." Cindy was instantly annoyed. She reached into the pocket of her catholic skirt, and pulled out her tiny cell phone. "If you don't give her a kiss right now, I'm going to take you into the bathroom with me and show you how girls pee--unless you want to go to jail. Now come on, give the poor girl one little kiss, it isn't going to kill you!"

Johnson's heart seemed to stop. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Looking into her unflinching eyes, he was actually afraid for the first time. She wouldn't--would she?

His decision was an easy one. He leaned his lips closer to the doll's vacant face, angling the toy's neck so that it faced him. His stomach lurched with self-loathing as he lightly touched his mouth to the unresponsive rubbery lips.

"You call that a kiss, Professor? Come on," she said impatiently as she stood up and stepped over to the couch. "Give her a real kiss." Cindy brought her knees up to the couch on the other side of the doll and looked at the horny man. Johnson could see her legs underneath her, as her tight ass bounced in response to the couch's springs. Hints of her white cotton panties peaked out from underneath her plaid skirt. He couldn't help his desire for her, but he was beginning to see Cindy differently. She wasn't just playing games. This was real.

"Just like this," she said as she lowered her face to the doll's. He watched as she rubbed her lips around the sex doll's mouth, deliberately coating the silicone opening with stringers of her saliva. She ran her glistening tongue along the inside of the "O" hole and licked suggestively at the rubber tongue inside. Finally enveloping the doll's mouth with her own, she stuffed her tongue down as far as she could go. Her blonde pigtails dangled playfully down to her neck as Cindy showed the Professor how to give his slut a proper kiss.

"See? Now you try!" she said condescendingly, smiling at him as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Johnson's stomach was tight with humiliated rage, and his cock was back to full blown erection despite it all.

He tried again, this time with Cindy's face smiling right next to the doll's as she watched him up close. He felt Cindy's wet saliva around the dolls mouth, and savored the taste of it, wishing he could sample it from the source, and then spit it back onto her face.

"Good boy," Cindy whispered into Johnson's ear. "Run your tongue in her mouth. Give her a nice long, sloppy kiss. I think she likes it!"

Johnson surrounded the doll's lips with his, and probed his tongue around the inside of its mouth, tasting what Cindy had left behind for him.

"Yay! I think you're really turning her on, Professor! Hey, you know what else I'll bet whores don't get too often?" she bubbled. "I'll bet she'd like it if you licked her pussy."

"Oh, Jesus Christ." Johnson couldn't help but blurt it out.

"What?" Cindy sat back on her knees on the couch in a gesture of innocence, her skirt riding up and revealing the top of her thighs above her knees. "The least you could do is give her pussy a little lick before you fucked her like a rag doll, don't you think?" She tilted her head at his lack of response, "Slick Prick?"

"Cindy, please stop calling me that." Johnson's anger was bubbling, ignoring his better judgement.

"What? Slick Prick?" the phrase tripped off her tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world. "But that's what you are!" she giggled. "It says it right there." Cindy lifted her self up on her knees, reached across the silicone tits spilling out of Cindy's black tube top, and poked Johnson in the chest, pointing out the words embroidered over his netted jersey: "Cindy's Slick Prick".

"Now, you just shushy, mister. Go ahead and get down between her legs and lick your little skanky whore out."

"Dammit," Johnson awkwardly moved down into position between the doll's lethargic legs. He pushed his body between her strapped up calves and could already smell Cindy's pungent, drying pussy juice on the mini-skirt he'd stretched over the doll's hips. The scent turned him on, and yet every thing about what he was doing was repulsive to him.

"Lift her leg up, so I can see." Cindy pulled up the doll's leg, bending it at the knee, causing its fake pussy lips to spread slightly from the strain, and the mini-skirt to stretch around the toy's upper thighs. Cindy sat on the couch next to it, looking down at Johnson, her legs dangling over the edge. Johnson stabilized the doll's leg by pushing up under its thigh, the strapped up heel dangling over his shoulder.

Johnson's face hovered directly in front of the opening. The tip of his nose almost touched the damp skirt. He felt filthy.

"Go on, silly," Cindy's delicate chin rested on top of the doll's knee, her big eyes staring down at him. "Whores need their pussies licked too, don't ya know."

Johnson couldn't believe he was doing this. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, planting it on the soft rubber pussy lips, and started licking along the opening. Pussy eating was never something he particularly enjoyed, much to the dismay of some of his past "girlfriends". That made what Cindy was forcing him to do all the more demeaning. Still, the scent of Cindy's cunt was all around him, and his cock was defiantly responding to it.

"Oh, nasty." Cindy stared down at him wide eyed, her breathing shallow. He was repulsed and captivated by her arousal. "Good, slut licker," she said with her special brand of angelic venom. "Get your tongue in there. Here let me help." Cindy stood up and manipulated the doll's legs around him, bending them upward and forcing both of them up so that the doll's heels dug into the front of the couch. Its whorish cunt lips were now spread wide for Johnson's dutiful tongue. Cindy returned to her seat next to the toy and wrapped her leg in front of the doll's, resting her shiny black shoe next to Johnson's face, while her other leg splayed similarly on the other side of her.

"You dirty fuck," she blurted as Johnson saw her lift up her school-girl skirt to reveal her panties with the words "Pretty Pretty Princess" embroidered across her slit. A clear wet spot soaked through the material just below the words. Johnson thought his strung out cock was about to pop off.

"God you're so pussy-whipped, Professor. Go ahead and rub your dick while you bury your tongue into your little slut." With that, Cindy pulled her panties aside revealing her slick cunt to him once again--her frilly, white knee socks hugging her calves, and her shiny Mary Jane's clinging for dear life at the edge of the couch. Her skirt was draped over her flat tummy and her fingers started to diddle her swollen clit as the Professor lapped at the dead, rubber lips. Despite his past disinterest in eating pussy, he'd have done anything right then for just a taste of Cindy's.

"God," Cindy breathily whispered, her legs spread beside Johnson's face, her eyes fixed on his working tongue. Her face was racked with conflict. She flinched toward him and then backed off again, as if trying to fight an almost uncontrollable urge. Finally, she lost the battle.

"Come here." Cindy, rubbing on her clit with frantic impatience, bent down and reached over with her other hand to grab a fistful of Johnson's hair.

Johnson struggled to get into position in front of her, with his bottle of lube swinging below his neck and Cindy impatiently yanking his head toward her slurping twat.

"Just stick out your tongue," there was a sense of urgency in her voice that he hadn't heard before. "Just put your head right there," her fingers pulled on his hair strongly, and she forced his head into position, his nose practically touching her wet slit.

"Put it right there, stick out your fucking tongue, and don't move, you sad, filthy fuck!" Her breath rushed in and out of her mouth shakily, her fingers worked over her clit like she was a sex-starved animal, and her sleek legs seemed to vibrate and convulse out of her control in the periphery of Johnson's vision. Her perky chest heaved up and down under the thin material of her button-up and her eyes bore daggers into his with a sense of single-minded purpose that until now, she had only hinted at. Johnson was there to do as he was told, and for once, he did so willingly.

Cindy's sopping cunt dangled over the edge of the couch--Johnson's tongue reaching for it. He stroked his cock underneath him with as much single-minded purpose as Cindy had, and her body finally edged close enough to his tongue for him to taste her warm wetness directly. Her juice mingled with his saliva and seeped into his mouth, washing over his taste buds with her musky flavor. Her silky cunt danced around his outstretched tongue as her fingers worked feverishly above him.

Her breath was ragged, her whole body shivering.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait." Her shivery voice was accompanied by her fingers squeezing into his hair. She pulled his head upward, and looked at him with piercing eyes, as if she was urgently remembering something.

"I swear to God, Slick Prick, if you fucking cum right now, I'll make you wear my dirty panties to school on Monday, then make you suck yourself off in the girls' room." Johnson immediately backed off his dick stroking. Her transformation was mind-blowing, but threat or bluff, he was not about to disappoint Cindy now.

"Oh. My God. . ." her pigtails bounced with a mind of their own. She threw her head back against the couch into a deep breath, and then sharply exhaled. Johnson wriggled his tongue, daring to delve deeper into the folds of her sticky twat as Cindy started convulsing above him. Her legs dropped off the couch and she squeezed his head like a vice between her thighs.

"Oh my fucking God!" she wailed.

Johnson could see nothing but her bare naval and the flitting fingers on her clit. His ears were squeezed between her fleshy thighs, and he heard the muffled sounds of Cindy's cries over top of him as his head was shaken by her convulsing legs. His nose and tongue were saturated with her juice, and her finger continued flicking across her engorged clit until finally, after several more violent spasms, she released him.

Johnson looked up to see Cindy's flushed face, an absolute picture of vulnerable, dazed pleasure. Her eyes locked on him as she tried to catch her breath.

"Wow. . ." she slumped back against the couch. Her eyes squinted upward in an amazing smile at no one in particular as she giggled through her heavy breaths--a look of giddy, beautiful euphoria.

Johnson couldn't help but look at the youngster with fascination. Seeing her now made him think of Sarah Jennings. She would get so lost in her own feelings that she would forget where she was. It was an eerie moment that he found himself wanting to savor.

"No, no. Wait." Cindy snapped her head forward and looked down at Johnson with a mixture of intensity and contempt--perhaps even guilt.

"No, get away." She raised one of her legs, planted the sole of her shiny black shoe onto Johnson's face, and pushed him away from her.

"I think your dolly wants you to fuck her, Professor," she finally said, still breathing heavily, but with a look of frustrated intensity. She pulled her panties back over her spent cunt and lowered her skirt once again. She got up and walked back to her chair opposite the couch and sat down, running her hands over her hair and checking on the status of her pigtails.

"Go on," she said plainly. "Fuck her."

Johnson lay splayed on the floor, his face glistening with Cindy's girl-juice. He felt used and uncertain. He didn't understand his feelings about what had just happened. He was desperate to fuck, and he was trapped. He looked over at the sex doll slumped on the couch. One of its legs still held its bent position upward. The other had fallen down, and the high heel rested limply on the floor. Johnson's mind reeled with need. Cindy's powerful display of uninhibited, selfish release had made him want her more than ever. He looked at her helplessly, greatly preferring her vulnerable features to the doll's.

"Don't leave her hanging, Professor." Cindy said teasingly. Her bubbly demeanor had started to return. "Go ahead and slick up your dick and pump that strung out whore."

Johnson's hyper-charged ache for an uninhibited, cunt-stretching grudge-fuck gave him no choice. He just wanted it over with. He popped open his lube bottle and lubed up his cock. His breathing was anxious, and his movements clumsy with blind need.

"Lay her on her back on the couch and stuff your dick inside so I can watch, Professor." He looked at her. She looked as if she was a proud breeder just about to watch her dog mate with its bitch. His desperation superceded his dignity--he knew now that he wanted this more than she did.

He positioned his body over top of the lifeless slut and stuffed his dick into her rubber cunt. It felt so disgusting in his mind, but was such an incredible relief for his cock. He couldn't help but give out a light moan.

"Oh fuck." Dream like images of a vulnerable Cindy flooded his mind--submissiveness and dominance at once. Cunt stretching. Throat fucking. Hair yanking. Ass pumping. His cock squeezed and thrust into the slicked rubber hole. "Oh. . ."

"Yeah, Professor?" Cindy asked excitedly, obviously responding to his pleasure. "Does that whore's cunt feel good? Go ahead." She sat up on the edge of her chair, her pigtails flipping happily around the back of her ears. "You can fuck her harder if you want. She's just a stupid whore after all."

Johnson couldn't help himself. The soft, rubber cock-hole squeezed his member as he slurped in and out of the expensive love toy. His hips slapped roughly against the doll's ass cheeks as the whole couch began to shake. The "Skank" necklace around the limp doll's neck jingled with the deep thrusts of his rod. He imagined taking Cindy's pussy against her will, her young body thrashing wildly underneath his dominating frame as he pumped her exposed slit. His pace quickened that much more.

"Wow!" said Cindy, "Does it feel good, Professor? Do you like fucking your slut?"

"Uhhhh," he groaned both with defiance and unanswered need as he pumped his hard dick into the rubber skank below him. He sat up, and his hands grabbed her thighs, lifting them up and making her knees bend, spreading her fabricated pussy wide for his monster thrusts. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto the doll's tummy, he felt like a mindless animal. It was a desperate, horrible feeling. Still, he continued to fuck his artificial whore.

"Good boy, Professor. You know what else whores like?"

"No--please, just. . . I need to fucking cum. Just shut the fuck up, and let me cum," his pelvis slammed into the sweat-slicked silicone.

"Not yet, you horny-toad!" Cindy quipped. "Whores like it when you pump into their throats, don't they? Why don't you fuck her mouth, Professor."

"Jesus Christ!" He just needed it over with. He pulled out, and extracted some more lube for his cock. Per Cindy's instructions, he moved the doll so that it was sitting, legs spread flat on the floor in front of the couch, its back resting against it, and its open mouth and rubber tongue ready for Johnson's long overdue sperm. Cindy giggled at the struggle it took to get the toy in position, and at Johnson's increasing desperation to release his load.

Finally, the instant it was in position, Johnson stuffed his dick, balls deep into the doll's oral cavity. His hands clenched its hair as he violently fucked its perfectly compliant throat, using it as it was meant to be used. The tight orifice and his movement within it created a strong sucking action on his cock, and he knew that he could hold out no longer.

Cindy stepped up silently beside him as the silicone folds rubbed all the way against the base of his dick. His sweaty balls, sticky with lube, slapped against the fuck toy's subservient chin. He could feel the soft material of Cindy's schoolgirl skirt rub against his thigh, her perky titty sandwiching her thin shirt against his arm. He could smell her fragrant body so close to him as she leaned up on her tiptoes and slid his earlobe lightly between her teeth. Her breath was a hurricane inside his head. He stuffed his dick into the toy's willing throat as deep as it would go, his shaved crotch scratching against her nose. Just as her cock-milking fuck-hole began coaxing Johnson's sperm from his body, Cindy whispered four measured words against his ear.

"You horny, filthy, fuck."

An animal moan escaped his lips, and Cindy's demeaning words coincided with the swell of a shame-ridden orgasm just crossing over into inevitability. An inexplicable tear of both desperate pleasure and utter humiliation swelled up in his eye. He could feel the tight nub of Cindy's little nipple rubbing against his arm under her shirt just as he thrust once more into the doll's face and started squirting his thick load inside of it.

"Oh, God. Jesus." Johnson's face contorted with both the sadness of his shame, and the joy of his release. A tear ran down his cheek as his voice cracked in crying moans with each thrilling squirt of his man-seed. His knees wanted to buckle, and the rubber whore below him extracted the thick sperm from his pulsating cock like a milking machine. While Cindy's teeth played with his ear, one of her soft hands trailed up his chest hair underneath his sweaty jersey and started pinching and twisting his nipple. The pain of it only served to further contribute to the chaotic conflict of feelings.