Deconstructing the Professor

Allison's hands played softly in my hair, making the intimate moment even sweeter. I wanted nothing more than to give this beautiful, radiant, redhead the most earth-shattering, body-quaking orgasm of her young life.

Ten minutes became fifteen which became twenty before Allison gently pulled my head deeper into her oasis of sweetness, a subtle instruction that I, of course, obeyed. My tongue penetrated her pussy while my mouth nibbled on her clit. Slow at first and then quicker, I moved my head up and down, painting her pussy with my paintbrush tongue. My head pulled in once again, deep inside her, she gently rubbed her pussy on my face, slyly fucking herself. I extended my tongue as far as I could and allowed the beautiful goddess to get herself off on my tongue and face.

Both excited to get her off and taste the river of juice that coated my lips, tongue and face and disappointed to know this special moment of sweet intimacy was almost done, I continued to lap her juices until she pushed me away, just like her Mother had done earlier. I watched as her body continually shivered, the orgasm I gave her seemingly never ending.

Finally, and surprisingly, it was Susan that ordered, "Felicia, please join us."

I peeked out from underneath the table and quickly crawled out and sat between Jayde and Susan. How far I had changed! I wasn't remotely embarrassed to be under the table servicing three much younger girls, yet now sitting with them I was nervous and shy.

Allison suggested, "Let's dance."

Susan surprised me and took my hand and led me into the throngs of lesbian woman of all ages, races and sizes. The next two hours was a blur of dancing, shot taking and flirting. My pussy was on fire and desperately in need of release when nature finally called.

I asked, "Mistress, may I go the washroom?"

Susan who seemed to be getting more used to being in control, gave me permission.

Allison warned, "Watch out, there are a lot of predators lurking."

I went to the bathroom hoping to tinkle and get myself off until I remembered the rule of permission. I sighed and was shocked to see a line-up for one of the stalls, while two others were open.

I asked a tall Mexican girl, "Why the line?"

"For Big Rosie," she explained as if it was obvious.

"Who is Big Rosie?"

"The best tasting pussy in the city," she said.

"You are waiting in line to eat out a woman?" I asked, once again surprised.

"Yes," she said, not even remotely embarrassed.

I was instantly curious, yet nature called, and I scurried into the stall beside the line-up. I quickly sat down and was peeing instantly. The moans in the stall beside distracted me and I noticed a peephole. I knew I shouldn't, but I knew I had to. I leaned towards the hole and saw a chubby black girl with her legs wide open and a woman in her sixties at least lapping away. It was so naughty, so taboo and yet so hot, I felt my pussy tingling. Wanting to come, I decided to take action myself. I got out of the bathroom, washed my hands and being aggressive I grabbed the hands of a petite Asian and assuming she would be submissive like most Asians led her into an open stall. Without a word, I guided her down to her knees and offered my very damp pussy to her. She looked up and I ordered, "Lick my black pussy."

The order was all the guidance she needed and she leaned forward and began licking. Her tongue did wonders on my cunt, as she licked up and down and then would shake her head gently from side to side, a weird, yet sweet, sensation. After only a couple of minutes, I was getting close and I asked, "May I come?"

She looked up confused.

I ordered, "Tell me to come."

Still confused, she said, more a question than an order, "Come, Ma'am?"

I pulled her head deep into my heated cunt and as her tongue did a full assault on my clit I exploded all over her. Once my orgasm finished, I was suddenly exhausted and I pulled up the unknown pussy-pleaser and kissed her, tasting my own juices.

She kissed me back and said, "Thank you, Ma'am."

I thought it absurd for her to be thanking me, but I replied, "You are welcome. You have a great tongue."

"Thanks," she smiled and left the stall.

I composed myself, left the stall myself, smiled smugly at the two coeds staring at me and glanced at the line that was now four women long. I was curious, how good could she taste? I considered joining the line, but knew now was not the time.

I returned to the table where only Allison remained.

Allison tone was accusing. "You were gone a while."

"Yes, Miss," I replied.

"And?" she questioned.

"I saw Big Rosie and it got me so hot that I pulled some stranger into a stall to please me," I admitted.

"Impressive, I didn't know you had that in you," she smiled before asking, "Was the line for Big Rosie long?" Allison asked.

"Four deep," I replied, before adding, "seems a little crazy."

"Really?" Allison asked, pointing out, "You have your own Mistress."

"Touché," I agreed, "but is she that good?"

"It is indescribable how amazing her taste is," Allison explained, letting out a very soft moan. "You will have to try it."

Out of the blue, Susan who was apparently under the table pleasuring her Mistress, getting her real birthday present I assume, ordered, "Go please Big Rosie."


I was surprised, but replied obediently, "Yes, Mistress." I returned to the bathroom and to the line that was three deep. I put my head down and waited my turn. Part of me was excited, curious at how good one could taste to have a line, while another part of me was humiliated to be waiting in line publicly to eat some stranger's pussy. Yet, after all the sins I had committed recently, this seemed rather tame in comparison.

The next half hour I heard screams of pleasure, simmering moans and nasty talk and saw the glistening faces of three other women. Finally it was my turn when the older woman who had been in front of me came out, avoiding eye contact.

Once in the stall, I was greeted, "Ahhhh, a first timer."

"Yes, Miss," I acknowledged, dropping to my knees.

"Aren't you eager?" she teased, as I stared at her fat pussy lips and swollen clit.

"Yes, Miss," I replied, waiting permission, her scent drawing me in.

"Go ahead, my dear, have a taste," she offered, adding, "you are clearly hungry."

And I was. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and tasted the promised perfection. I can't even begin to explain the taste. It was a mixture of the sweetest tastes I had ever tasted, all mixed into one. It was like she had found the secret recipe and was offering all who wanted it a taste. For minutes I just lavishly enjoyed the taste in no hurry to leave my submissive position on my knees.

Suddenly, she snapped, "I know you could sit there on your knees like the eager cunt-pleaser you are, but I have others waiting too. Now get me off, Nigger."

Being called a Nigger by a fellow black woman was substantially less humiliating, even though I would have never used the word before my downfall. I took her clit onto my mouth and began moving my head sideways as my tongue simultaneously swirled. I got the reaction I expected as Big Rosie's moans increased and in a couple of minutes I was rewarded the champagne of pussy juice. I drank it up like it was wine until her orgasm was done.

She pushed my head back gently and said, "That was very good, my girl, I hope to see you again."

Standing up, my knees sore, I replied, "Oh, I imagine I will be back often, Miss."

"You do that," she smiled and I opened the door for the walk of shame.

Once out of the stall, I saw three more in line, including Jayde. I returned to our table where only Allison was currently sitting.

"Well?" she asked.

"Wow," was all I said.

"I know," she smiled, "I have seen many a straight girl become a raving dyke after one evening at this club and one taste of Big Rosie."

"I can't even begin to describe it," I offered.

"Could you imagine if that could be sold? Every woman in the world would be a dyke."

I laughed before asking, "Where is my Mistress for the day?"

"She went home. Although she appreciated my gift, she is clearly uncomfortable with being in charge."

"I hope it wasn't because of me," I said, worried I had been a disappointment.

"Oh no, my dear, she really just is a sub and doesn't have a Domme bone in her body. Sending you to Big Rosie was hard for her, but was her way out."

"OK" I said, trying to stifle a yawn, suddenly exhausted.

"I am going to Susan's to give her the rest of her birthday present," she smiled, "me."

I responded, "I couldn't think of a better present."

"I'll drive you back to your car," she offered.

"That would be great," I said.

Half an hour later, in the parking lot of the mall, Allison pulled the chain connecting the nipple clamps to my tits and led me to her delicious cunt. I had one last taste of Allison's perfection, all the while my tits burned as Allison never let go of the chain. After she came, we swapped cell numbers and she gave me her Mom's number too. The thought of sex without the humiliation was an appealing option, one I would use all summer while the kids and Mistress Madison were gone (Mistress and Nicole travelled to Europe all summer, while Nicholas did a month long road trip with his buddies).

Yet, by the end of summer, I realized something about myself. I enjoyed submitting to Allison and the sex with Corinne was amazing, yet something was missing. My orgasms were harder to reach and they lacked the powerful body numbing explosion of the ones I had when being used by Madison.

It wasn't until Madison arrived home and dominated me in front of my daughter and three of her friends that I realized what the problem was. I only reached true sexual enlightenment when I was treated like a slut. Both Allison and Corinne treated me with respect and compassion and for some reason, no matter how much I wished it weren't true, I wanted to be treated like a slut, a slave, a submissive.

It was then I knew exactly what I had to do.


40. EPILOGUE

Attempting to live the dual life of Professor and slave was exhausting and stressful and once the semester was over, I resigned from my teaching position.

In the fall, Nicole began college and joined Madison's Delta Kappa Pi sorority, while Nicholas went to a bigger college a few hours away on a football scholarship. I sold the house, all my possessions and got a new job as the slave of Delta Kappa Pi. I was a full-time live-in maid that cooked, cleaned and provided any required sexual activities. Each day I spent the night with a different sorority sister and when not needed slept in the basement on a cot. I had no possessions and relied on the sorority to clothe (as much as I needed) and feed me.

In retrospect, I can barely remember the life I used to have and I am sure in time the past me will be erased from existence and the only part of me that will remain is the mindless sex puppet that Madison has turned me into.

The sooner the last remnants of my past are gone, the better; the sooner I can forget my old life, the sooner I can be the perfect slave.

"Nigger, get in here and eat my cunt, Mommy," Nicole, my daughter, called out.

I instantly crawled into her sorority room. Her roommate was also on the bed, currently being pleased by Nicole. I crawled onto the bed and began lapping at my daughter's cunt, one of my over hundred Mistresses I now pleased.

My mind already programmed for instant obedience, I felt the very last remaining memory of past fade, as I became the mindless puppet I was ALWAYS meant to be.

The end...