The Lioness of Montgomery Pt. 02

[Tuesday, 4:32PM]

Knock Knock "Hey- Sarah?" Amber cracked open my door and peaked her chubby cheeks through. "You've got a student here, Justin Sales? I didn't have any more student meetn's on the planner, should I-"

"No," I blurted out from behind my desk. "You can send him in. Last minute thing- he emailed me."

"Oh," Amber said. "Okay."

I adjusted my skirt standing some then sat back down and fixed my cleavage. I pulled at my pink soft sweater and rounded the exposed top along the plump line my black laced bra made on my plump breasts. My heart thudded my chested like war drums when I saw him enter. He had the same messy black hair, his brown shirt tight to his skinny tall frame. He glanced at me behind my desk, briefly, before taking a seat in the chair across from me.

He looked around the room curious as he tongued his lip ring back and forth on his thick, pillow lips. My bland office that was a wash of gray, black, and white. The only two things that were worth the look was the large black desk that stood between us, and the large windows that viewed the tree tops of some small woods nearby. I moved in my seat, uncomfortably, as I watched him pull at the crotch of his baggy black jeans.

I've pictured him fucking my fat pussy with that cock for a year and now he's right there.

The motion of him picking his crotch morphed and replayed in my mind and I warped to a reality where I was on my knees in front of him as he jacked his long hard cock until jazzing on my face. In an instant, I was back in my office and Justin was looking at me.

"Did-" I started without thinking of what to say. "Did you get my email?"

"I did," Justin said rubbing two fingers across his chin. I was surprised by his calm. He was relaxed back in his chair, his eyes locked on my eyes.

"I-" I started and all of a sudden felt the need to speak softer. I stood, flattening my skirt as I cornered the desk. "I- I don't want to make this uncomfortable for you, um. I- you're my student and I'm your- um. I just don't want you to feel obligated and forced or-"

"Do you want me to leave your office?" Just interrupted, cocking his head to the side.

I paused, taken back from the question. "I- no, I don't."

"If you ask me to leave, you'll see me in class and that's the only place you'd see me, understood?"

"Yes um." I said, not fully understanding, but felt the need to-

"Yes?" He said with an edge to his voice. "Yes, what?"

"Umm..." I bit my lip as I felt the room tilt toward him. "Y-yes, sir."

He stood, and I moved some of my black curls from my face as I felt a flush of heat fire my cheeks. He walked to the office door, putting his hands on the door frame and handle, held it for a moment, then looked over to me.

"Do you want me to leave your office?" He asked, again. More forceful. I felt like a mouse, cowering in front of a cobra as he hissed.

I know what he is doing. I understood. He was giving me an out. I knew the consequences if I didn't tell him to leave. My career, my life, my home- everything I have could be placed in jeopardy because of this insatiable desire that pours from me.

She could destroy me.

"No, sir," I squeaked. Justin turned the lock on the door handle locking us in the room.

My words hung heavy in the air. I leaned against the edge of my desk. My fingers fidgeted with one another in my lap, and I felt the tension in my stomach twisting like a loaded spring.

Why does it matter? This is what I've wanted to happen for over a year, and even if it did matter, how would she know?

I felt the fear of the unknown grasped its way up my throat as Justin began walking for me. My fingers clutched the lip of the desk as Justin's hands closed on my face. He held my head in place as his lips pressed against mine, kissing me hard and deep. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue press against mine and lick the roof of my mouth. I tongued his lip ring now, sucking on it briefly before his hands slid down to my ass gripping my ass cheeks, he pulled me off of the desk. I felt a warm rush spilling between my thighs as I followed. Waiting. Trusting this young boy with my old mature body. He pressed my hips to the side and I was falling. His tall, lean frame hovering over mine, I scrambled backward as he continued to press. The fear was back. It ate into my heart as he pushed me back into the wall, and caused a thud as my shoulder blades struck.

"Hands above your head," Justin ordered in a lower stern voice. I put both my hands over my head and he slammed his left hand over both my wrists, holding me in place tight. "Oh, you're not going to respond to your master, anymore?"

"No-" The panic spilled over, as I wanted to shout, but was afraid of any one of the cubicle ladies outside to hear, or Amber.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Justin smacked my right thigh with his right, making me jump, squirm, and chew my lip to keep from screaming as the stitches of pain jolted through me.

"That's right," Justin spat through pursed lips inches from mine. "Do nothing, say nothing, just stand there and take it. See how long I can punish a whore like you for.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

I buckled. My knees shaking. I opened my thighs, moving my right over as I felt the heat radiating from the inside of my thigh under my black leggings as the skin turned pink. As soon as I opened my thighs, the smacking stopped.

"Good, whore," he said. "Aren't you thankful I could teach you, right?"

My thigh trembled under my red knife pleated skirt as his fingers rubbed up and down the groves of my stockings. Brushing my panties and fingering the lining, Justin squeezed my wrists tighter above my head.

"Thank you, sir," I managed to say through my quivering voice. "Thank- y- oh god."

Without warning, Justin's fingers pressed into my panties and crammed deep inside my wet twat. Two fingers? Three? I couldn't tell. I felt the force barrel inside me and fill up my hole as he watched my eyes squint and my body shrink as my knees go in and out. His fingers pounded my hole relentlessly. He didn't give me warning or even a chance to breathe. His finger jerked in and out of my craving lips harder and harder.

"Mmmmm," I moan through pursed lips. I raised my eye brows to my master looking for sympathy, but I saw only pleasure in his eyes as his mouth hung open inches from mine, soaking in my pleasure- my pain. "Oh sh-"

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my fat ass quickly jiggled on the wall as Justin fucked my pussy faster. My silent squeaks and muffled moans were drowned out by the sloshing of Justin's fingers pounding up into my cunt. My thick lips spasmed around his fingers as my pussy drained without warning.

Oh god oh god oh god oh godddd!

My thighs quivered closing and opening as if electricity of ran through me. My drenched pussy showered Justin's hand as he shook my hips harder, ravaging my pussy I watched him bite his lip ring as his right arm flexed against his shirt and his fingered widened my worthless cunt.

"Fu...Mmmmm-" I cried as quietly as possible. "Guh- fuh- Oh shhhhhit..."

I pulled at my arms through instinct and feel Justin's grip tighten on my wrists. The bursting waves of ecstasy crashed along my brain as I heard juices from my pussy drip to the carpet.

Knock knock knock

I froze and Justin slowed his pace when we heard the knock at the door. His fingers still buried deep inside me, I opened my eyes and looked at him and he watched me.

"Um, Sarah?" Amber spoke. "The door's locked."

"Oh, its- uh been giving me-" I started, but was quickly distracted when Justin moved his drenched fingers up from my hole and circled my clit. His fingers did not just tease my hood, but pressed into my lips and dragged in circles, pulling my hood back and forward. His hand grinded on my clit roughly and constant. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped in shock.

Ffffffuuuckkk... How can- how can he do- I can't even focus mmmmm... God... it's too much.

"Mmuh- problems, that door's been giving me- problemss," I mouthed slowly, tasting every word as it fell from my lips. "You can-" the circles turned to a mad sprint on my bulging clit. His fingers vibrating on my twat. My head hung forward and I thought I might scream. I thought I might explode. The pressure that built behind my pussy was extreme. My old cunt hadn't been molested like this ever. My bulging tits heaved in front of me, dangling.

"Sarah?" Amber said. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," I squealed. "Just go headdd- home. I'll lock- up."

"Okay... goodnight," Amber said as though I was speaking another language.

"Goodnnight."

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap!

Justin quickly slapped my soaked pussy lips and made me jump. I puckered up, quivering, my body tight as I feel as though I'm being pulled every which way. The excitement building in my throat like a scream.

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap!

"Fuck," I spat as I pressed my lips into Justin's shoulder. "Mmmmmfuc-"

"Look how fuckn' dirty you are," Justin said in my ear. My arms restrained, my breasts bursting from my sweater. "I never knew you came like such a filthy fucking whore, huh?"

His palm grinded on my clit faster and faster, making my sloppy cunt splash down my thick thighs, dripping down my leggings. My arms stretched above my head and my knees sunk.

"Mmm..." I groaned a high pitch scream, biting this young boy's shoulder. "Mmmmm!"

"Are you going to cum, again, slut?" Justin said. "You're going to fucking cum without permission aren't you my little skank?"

Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap Slap!

"Ohhhmmmmmfffckk," I groan into Justin's shoulder slobbering and twitching as the orgasm hit me like a punch. My knees gave out and my mind went blank as used wet twat trembled. My pussy gushed and my back arched as I was hit with a gut wrenching spasm. My juices pouring onto my master's hand as I collapsed in a pile of my filth in the corner of the room.

When my eyes were opened, they focused on Justin wiping his cum covered hand off on his thighs. He picked up his things and walked to the door. I was lost and panicked. I didn't know what he was going on. With his hand on the door knob he turned to me.

"On Friday," he said. "Wear all black with no panties. I'll email you tomorrow." Then he left me alone in a puddle of mess, my mind racing on what I will tell him... or if I should tell her...

[Monday, 7:48AM]

I arrived on campus and parked in front of my building 10 minutes ahead of schedule, with a small wet spot in the crotch of my jeans, but swimming in a pool of soaked panties. I sloshed with my steps up to my third story office where Amber sat at her desk behind her desktop computer.

"Ahead of schedule, eh?" Amber smiled.

"Had some good tunes on the radio," I replied, trying to keep my bags covering my crotch. "Kept that foot down on the gas."

Amber laughed, "I hear ya. Hey, all of your 7:30 class is logged on Group Chat and working those problems, but- there's 195 students in this class, right?"

"Yeah."

"No add ons?"

"No, why?"

"Well," Amber said. "There's 196 users logged on."

I furrowed my brow. "Is that including the administrator?"

"No, the administrator are counted separately. That's just students- I think."

"Oh," I nodded. "That's weird, maybe it's just a glitch. I'll check it out."

I walked into my office, and closed the door. Group Chat was a new online class tool that the university used to have its students chat with another and work problems. It was well known between professors and students that it was a piece of shit. Often, students would create usernames for their account that poked fun of it. GroupChatCrasher, chatbox=bluscrnOFdth, fuckgroupchat...etc. One of the less intelligent design flaws of the program was allowing students to create their own handle rather than assign them their name.

I sat down tossing my bags to the side as I logged into my computer. I rubbed my thighs together and felt the slosh of went panties and realized I was going to have to spend all day wearing these messy underwear. As Group Chat booted up, I checked my email on my phone for the 30^th time. Still there was no reply from Justin. I realized he might now be logged on to his email, probably has yet to see it. But I was about to be in a group chatroom with him.

Oh god, what if he's told others. What if he shows others our chats?!

The panic was boiling inside of me, again. When I logged into Group Chat finally I quickly scrolled through the open chats, and saw nothing that referenced me. I noticed the time and copied and pasted today's assignment into the problem box. I started scrolling through the names and wasn't sure what I was looking for. Making sure there weren't less than 195 students was typically the only concern. I never had an issue of too many students who wanted to attend my 7:30am Group Chat lecture on Algebra. My eyes hung on the name Justin.Sales for a long moment, as an urge to private message him simmered in my mind. My gaze continued to scroll to the end of the list when-

"Shit," I gasped covering my mouth. My stomach dropped and twisted in angst.

I lowered my face closer to the monitor to read it better, hoping it was a trick of the mind. It wasn't. The last name on the list.

SluttyProfessor48.

I quickly scrolled up and to my surprise I found the other name I was looking for, Jessica.Kemp. I swallowed, unsure of myself. My head spun faster than my stomach. There was only two students who knew of my sexual endeavors, Jessica and Justin. They were both logged in.

Did they tell someone? Maybe it's a coincidence, calm down.

I clicked on the name, SluttyProfessor48. I checked the profile, no information.

Whoever he is he's not registered for this class or else the profile would be full.

But who would-

A private message appeared in the corner of my screen... Jessica.Kemp. It was a link to a webpage. I clicked it and the webpage loaded an article. The headline was in bold.

'Professor Sarah Mills' Secret Life: BDSM, SEX, & PORN ON SCHOOL PROPERTY!'

I wanted to run. Ridiculous thoughts crossed my mind.

Should I smash my computer? Should move to a different state? Different country?

My body tensed as I moved to leave. Another window popped on my screen.

'Relax.

Breathe.

Bow.

Surrender...'

I exhaled a trembled breath. This second private message was SluttyProfessor48.

'That article hasn't been published...yet,' SluttyProfessor48 typed, referencing the article that Jessica.Kemp had just sent me.

It can't be the same person, they'd need two different active student accounts to register.

'What do you want?' I typed in panic to SluttyProfessor48.

'Your attention,' Jessica responded.

'Undivided,' SluttyProfessor48 typed.

'Unquestioning,' Jessica typed.

'Attention,' they both typed.

I had always gotten off at my vulnerability. The thought of being able to trust another completely with my body and my safety turned my on to a higher level than I knew possible. But now I was fully exposed to someone I could not trust. My career- my life was held in these two individual's hands. I was terrified.

'Ok,' I responded slowly to Jessica.

'1) You will meet me Friday night at a location of my choosing,' Jessica typed.

'2) You will not insert a thing into your pussy until you meet with me.

3) You will not cum until you meet with me... and from now on you will refer to me as your queen.

4) If you break any rules laid before you, you will be punished. Punishment can include the publication to the world of the degree of which you are a filthy slut. Do you understand?'

I was panting without realizing it. A feeling of fear mixed with- intrigue swirled in my stomach. My cold, clammy fingers typed slowly, 'yes, my queen.'

And in an instant they were gone from Group Chat. I sat exhausted, slumped in my chair. I stared at my monitor for minutes... maybe hours as I felt my life circle the drain.

No control.

Assignments were submitted to my desktop and slowly students signed off one by one. Justin submitted his near the end and signed off having not mentioned my email. And still I sat, staring at the monitor.

48 year old woman, controlled by a 19 year old girl... punished by her... my queen...

A wicked warm smile curled on the corners of my lips as possibilities for Friday night danced in my mind.

[Tuesday, 5:17PM]

My knees still shook as I gathered my things. The red sting on my body glowed where Justin had just slapped my body making it his. He had left me sooner than I wanted. My body begged for more abuse for more everything. I had decided not to tell Jessica anything about what had happened. I had been too reckless with my secret that it was going beyond a turn on but could potentially affect my career. I would do my best to manage and shut Jessica down on Friday so she tell the world what a slut I am. I gathered my final stack of books and put them in my bag and went to leave the office when I heard an email notification.

My instincts were to ignore it but my heart fluttered when I thought it could be Justin. When I clicked the email open, I read the message quickly.

'You've been a bad bad girl this afternoon. And bad girls will be punished...'

A smile crept over my lips as I imagined Justin tying me to the bed.

...then I saw who it was from.

....Jessica.kemp...

No, no, no! How!? How does she know!?