I did nothing wrong. What I did was not illegal, and I
won’t go to jail.
Was it ethical? Moral, religiously, politically
correct… probably not. But it wasn’t really illegal.
Obviously I don’t want my name associated with the
events though. Have you ever had a secret? Have you ever
done something so deliciously, saucy, so utterly wicked
that it makes you giggle just a bit? To plan it, to
execute it, to get away with it–and then be unable to
tell anyone…it’s maddening. It is not fair. God bless
the Internet. I’m going to tell you what I did, what I
will continue to do.
I’m writing this story under my pen name “Jaz.” It’s not
the first one, far from it. I’ve posted 27 nasty fics
before this. The only difference is this one is really
true. I’ve been fascinated by rape, and to a lesser
extent incest since I was a teenager. It was a dark,
dirty secret that I kept hidden from all who know me.
The idea of forcing, tricking, humiliating a tasty,
little cuntwich, breaking her, bending her to my will…
I don’t have the words to express how much I wanted to
do that in real life. It’s been my fantasy for as long
as I can remember, but I never have crossed that line.
You see, I am a coward. I was simply too afraid to act
on my desires. Oh I’d dream about it, write about even.
But I am an intelligent man. I know myself. It was a
simple equation, if I rape a girl/woman once I will
enjoy it. If I enjoy it I will do it again and again
with other women. If I do it enough times THEN the law
of averages demands I will be caught. THEN I will lose
my job. Then I will go to jail. As a Rapist in Jail, I
will be raped myself. Being a gutless bastard, I never
took the chance, never had the courage to take the risk.
I am 32 years old and I thought rape would forever be
just beyond my grasp. Then god (um ok maybe it was
someone else) smiled upon me, and showed me how to get
what I wanted. Better still it is completely legal, I
won’t go to jail, ergo I won’t be raped myself. Here’s
how it happened.
“Bring! Professor Jaz! Wait up I need to talk to you.”
I could not quite place the face of the young lady
calling my name. She was very pretty. She looked like a
friendly, intelligent, kid. Not quite innocent, but
certainly no slut. She was sexy, but did not seem to
know it. In a few years she’d grow into herself.
Perfect, the kind of girl I would love to humiliate,
dreamed of raping. The ass on her swayed seductively.
Her sweet tits were made to be sucked. Her mouth looked
like it would just barely fit around my dick, she might
gag a little but she was a good girl, I knew she’d
swallow.
“Yes, what can I do to you, Ms…”
“Johnson, Susan Johnson. I’m in your Intro to Creative
Writing class this semester. I need some help passing
it…I have missed a few classes,” she mumbled as her
voice trailed off to nothing.
Oh god I remembered her now. I had barely seen the girl
in months. As a tenured professor in a major eastern
university I have seen it before. It always made me mad.
Students take a puff class like Creative Writing, so
they can coast along to an easy B , while devoting the
extra time and energy to other classes, or partying.
I’ve seen it, but rarely to this degree. There was less
than a month to go in the semester. That meant a term
paper, and the final exam. It did represent a combined
60% of the grade.
Theoretically there was a chance…
“Ms. Johnson I don’t see how I can help you. It is too
late. I’d have to check my records but you are failing
quite severely. You have not been attending class other
than to take the tests, and have missed several quizzes.
What precisely do you expect me to do?”
We had been walking the whole time and finally reached
my office. I sat down and scowled at her from across my
desk.
“Please Professor Jaz, I need your help. I don’t know
what to do. I failed Chem. class already, my parents
won’t continue to pay if my grades drop below a B-. I
can’t fail Creative Writing. I’ll do anything. Special
projects, extra assignments. Just help me… pleasse,”
she said as she whined, and begged, and dripped her
tears on my floor. I remember getting very hot, and
itchy as the plan came to me. She’d do anything?!! I
could have this girl against her will but with her
consent! I had to be careful, I did not want to expose
myself, or scare her off.
“Ms. Johnson, stop crying. I hate to see a pretty young
woman in tears(Sigh). I’ll try to help you, but I need
to give it some thought. You will have to work around my
schedule. Here is my address. Meet me at my apt at
10pm.”
“Oh thank you Professor Jaz, I can’t believe this, thank
you,” she squealed as she gave me an impulsive hug.
The tips of her nipples mashed into me, and I wondered
what they tasted like. Were her tits salty, or sweet?
Were they fat round ones, or perky cone shaped tits that
sat high and proud on her chest? I would find out soon.
I had work to do. I spent the rest of the afternoon on
the Internet, and in the law library. I needed to know
what the Code was in my state. I checked, Susan was 19
years old, so I was safe from statutory rape charges.
Next I looked up blackmail. It was quite confusing. In
essence it is a puzzle, wrapped in mystery, surrounded
by an enigma. No two definitions completely agree.
In my state here is the legal definition:
“BLACKMAIL – A criminal act of extortion, malicious
threatening to do injury to another to compel him to do
an act against his will. Usually involves the threat to
release information, often true, about the person that
will defame his reputation or bring criminal actions
against him. The criminality lies not in the release of
the information – at least if true – but in the
extortionate aspects of the threat to do so.”
What I planned would be very different than this. I
would not be malicious. Susan would get something she
wanted out of our arrangement. It was straight Quid Pro
Quo. I got what I wanted, she got what she needed. I
really would help her. I certainly had no desire to
“release information” about what we did together. I
wanted it kept secret as much as she would.
The other legal concept I investigated was coercion.
Here is an excerpt from what I found on Coercion law:
“…but only because of force or coercion in the form of
intimidation and threats of bodily harm to himself or
his family…intimidation or coercion must be present
and immediate, and must be of such a nature that it
induces a reasonable and well-founded fear of death or
serious bodily injury to one’s self or someone else; and
there must be no reasonable opportunity to escape the
coercion…”
I was not going to threaten her with bodily harm, she
would have every opportunity to leave. No statutory, no
blackmail, no coercion, no rape, no crime, no jail.
Bottom line, Susan would make the decision–it would be
her choice, every step of the way. If she said no, she
was free. Free to leave, free to fail, free to accept
responsibility for what she had done, free to flip
burgers, or type in an office. She was free to sell her
body on the street or worse sell it to her husband.
No, if I read her right that was not the freedom Susan
wanted. She would give herself to me, allow me to have
her sweet tender young body. She just would not like it,
heh. Tough shit. No it was not rape, it was BETTER.
She arrived at 10pm on the dot.
“Ding Dong Susan come in, have a seat.”
“Thanks Professor Jaz, I love your house.”
“When we are not at school how about I call you Susan,
and you call me Jaz. Now then here is Roger Berkeley’s
first dissertation on creative thought. Why don’t you
read through Chapter his essay on Dissociative thought
and we’ll get started.”
I had intentionally picked an advanced , and confusing
author for Susan to review. Roger Berkley was a pompous
ass who liked the sound of his own voice. His
conflicting ramblings would be impossible for Susan to
decipher.
It took her an hour to realize it. When she did, when
she was desperate she started to cry.
“Susan, what’s wrong how can I help…come here tell Jaz
all about it.”
More than anything else the teenager wanted comfort. She
wanted someone to hold her and tell her everything would
be ok. She came to me as I held open my arms and held
her in a fatherly embrace. I walked her to the couch and
pulled her down next to me, still keeping one arm around
her shoulders as I made gentle shushing sounds and
stroked her hair.
“What am I going to do? I can’t understand anything he
is saying! I’m so stupid. My life is over, I’m going to
flunk, and get kicked out of here. Oh god Jaz what am I
going to do?!”
“Sigh… you are in a tough spot Susan. You have put
yourself in a difficult position. I’m sympathetic to a
point. I think we have to give up on you passing this
course legitimately. It’s just too late.”
“Professor… what do you mean? Is there a way you would
let me pass this course another way? I’ll do anything…
uh, well almost anything…” her voice trailed off.
“I said I was sympathetic, there is a reason for it.
When I went for my doctorate. I almost failed. I would
have but my Professor allowed me to pass. She needed a
service done, and I needed a grade. We worked out a fair
trade. Nobody got hurt and we were both happy with the
results.”
“Er, um what did you have in mind?” Susan began to
realize how close she was sitting to me, how my arm
wrapped around her possessively. My hand was touching
the side of her left breast in an innocent, friendly
manner. She was alone in a large man’s house,
practically sitting in his lap. For the first time she
became uncomfortable. Heh, not for long.
“Susan, I’m going to tell you a secret, how you can help
me. If you do, I’ll make sure you pass my course. You
can never tell anyone. If you do, you’ll ruin me, and
I’ll destroy you. I’m… gay. The Dean of this
University is a raging homophobe, and so are most of the
senior faculty. If word gets out they’ll find a way to
fire me. Some people are already suspicious. I’ve been
discreet, but shit, I’m 32, unmarried, and don’t date.”
“So here’s the favor. I need a distraction. I need a
young, attractive female to pretend that she is madly in
love with me. That we are lovers. Nothing major. A few
steamy public kisses, some light petting, and slight
nudity where others can see. A few love letters from
you. Then a major, screaming breakup. I’ll get a slap on
the wrist for dating a student, but they’ll all think
I’m straight and will leave me alone. You will pass my
class. Win/Win. Do we have a deal?”
She he was quiet for a few seconds. Then she agreed.
“Ok, then let’s figure out how we are gong to make this
look realistic.”
First I pulled out some old student’s term papers, and
helped her understand them. We studied for about an
hour. I gave her several to review. She had to be able
to write her own, convincingly enough, so that if her
grade was questioned her work would be believable. Susan
was a bright girl, and she did fine. I could tell she
was in a good mood. She would pass, and would not have
to go home. Now it was my turn.
“Susan we have a problem. Um, I have never kissed a
girl. I can’t look like a gay man kissing a woman when
we do it in public. I have to look like an experienced
kisser. More than that–WE have to look like people who
are used to kissing each other, who like it. We are
going to have to practice a lot. I don’t see any way we
can avoid it.” She blushed prettily, but said she
understood. I asked her lots of questions about how she
liked to be kissed, where I should put my hands, where
to put my tongue. I pretended to be a shy, nervous,
pansy.
It was easy. My brother is gay. I can just imagine him,
or one of his friends making out with a girl, I acted
the way I thought they would act. The first time I
kissed her I intentionally bumped her head. Then I
missed her lips and kissed the side of her nose.
“Stop laughing at me. I’m sorry, I’m trying, I don’t
know what I’m doing. It’s useless, I’ll never pass for
straight.”
“Jaz it’s ok, I’ll teach you. We have time. We’ll
practice until we look convincing.” I spent the next
hour sucking Susan’s pretty face. Slowly I learned how
to kiss. Nibbling her pouty lips, holding her close,
hugging her tight as we made out. My hands played with
her belly and her ribcage. She gripped my ass. I wanted
her so bad, but I knew it would be a mistake. Around 1am
I knew we had to stop. Susan was clearly worked up. She
was breathing hard and almost ready for me. Yup it was
time to stop. I erased all traces of lust from my face.
“Thank you for helping Ms. Johnson, I think I’m starting
to get the hang of this. Why don’t we meet back here
tomorrow and practice some more. Here are two papers for
you to study, as well as my personal lecture notes and
the final exam from 3 years ago. Study them well. You
will really have to learn the material. You are not just
a beautiful young woman. You are an intelligent student,
and I know you can do this. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She kissed me quickly and hugged me tight before saying,
“Thanks again Jaz, you are the best.”
Over the course of the next week my evenings were very
busy. Susan came over every night and we practiced being
on dates. Watching movies, talking like lovers, holding
hands. I purchased several gay porn mags. I left them
out where she could see them. I told her that I used
them so I could get hard for her. You see, to be
realistic I needed to get hard after a passionate kiss.
Occasionally I brushed her nipples through her clothing
and grinded my cock deep in her crotch area, while
kissing her. Sometimes I played with her jean covered
ass, while sucking her tongue, or playing with her tits
through her clothes. When things started getting too
heavy I’d stop so she could study. I really did teach
her the material, she would be able to pass.
I helped her write her love letters to me. She told me
how much she needed me, how much she wanted me to fuck
her. I made it sound like it was all one sided, that
nothing had happened yet.
Here is the excerpt from one: “I love you Professor Jaz.
I know we can be together one day. I need you so bad. I
want to give myself to you, to surrender. It drives me
crazy when other women look at you. I need you, you are
mine. One day you will admit that to yourself. One day
you will make me your wife. I dream about you every
night. How it will feel when I am pinned beneath you.
When your strong hands cup and caress me, mold my flesh.
Fuck me Jaz, please god, fuck me! I am your property,
and I need to be thickly fucked by you. I will be so
good master, I will obey you. Please just give me a
chance. Sincerely, Your little slave, Susie.”
She was quite embarrassed by the letter but agreed to
sign it, doused it in her perfume, and lipstick kissed
it.
It was time.
Susan still did not understand what I had planned for
her. You see I did not want to simply kiss her, play
with her ass, and fondle her tits. Through her clothes I
wanted to RAPE HER!!
She had no clue what I was setting her up for. Remember,
I’m not gay and nobody on campus thought I was. That was
all a lie. I needed to convince people that Susan was an
obsessed stalker, who had fixated on me. I took Susan’s
letter to a few of my friends. co-Professors, and Sr.
faculty.
I told them all how I was shocked and very upset about
the wild crush one of my students had on me. I did not
want to ruin the poor girl but I needed to protect
myself. I went to these people in confidence and asked
them not to tell anyone. I was careful not to give
Susan’s last name. I wanted people to know I had a sex
slut student, who was obsessed with me. If it ever got
out I wanted my version of events to be the only one
that counted.
I instructed Susan to meet me at my office, at 4pm. She
didn’t know it but I had scheduled several of my
students to meet me there that afternoon to help them
with their term paper. They were all gathered in the
hallway, waiting for me to come out, when Susan knocked
on the door demanding to see me.
“Jaz, please let me in, I love you. I need to talk with
you, I missed you so much. I’m so horny, I need you
inside of me. Pleassse!” She said in a loud tone that
could be heard in the hallway, as she closed the door
behind her.
I came around the desk to meet her and began kissing her
wildly. I opened her blouse and fondled her tits
roughly, squeezing and pinching her nipples through her
bra, the way I knew she liked it. She had become used to
my touch, craved it on some level. The public display
excited her, and it only took a few seconds to get her
visibly hot. I pressed her up against the door sucking
her bottom lip and thrusting my crotch into her skirt
while playing with her juicy ass.
Then I opened the door, so everyone could see us.
“Ms Johnson, please let me go. Stop touching me this
instant. I am your teacher, control yourself. As I’ve
told you before there can be nothing between us. It
would be unethical. Button your shirt and never, bother
me again. Are we clear!” I said as I thrust her away
from me. Susan was stunned, completely surprised. She
burst into tears, with a dazed look on her face.
It looked exactly like a woman who had been spurned and
betrayed by the man she loved. One of the female
students went to console her. A glance at the crowd
around her and we both knew the rumor would spread
quickly. She wanted me, and I refused her. Perfect!
Susan did not call me that night. The next day was the
final exam. She came to class and barely looked my way.
All around her people were whispering. She seemed
focused on the task ahead and blocked them out. Susan
did an amazing job. She earned an 81.For a student who
had missed most of the year that was incredible, our
study sessions had paid off.
I gave her a 73.
She was not happy. That night she pounded on my door.
She had clearly been crying but now she was just angry.
“Why did you treat me that way yesterday. You made me
look like a total slut, a whore. Then you give me this
bullshit score. How could you do that, a 73, that does
me no good. I’m still going to fail!”
“Susan, our agreement was very clear. I needed people
to believe I’m straight. I also need to keep my job.
I can’t have them thinking we are really lovers.
Especially if I am going to give you a passing grade
that you don’t deserve. We would have been under a
microscope if people knew I loved you. This way I get
what I want, and so do you, with no risk to either one
of us. I said I would help you pass the course. I will
honey. You need a 91 on your term paper to receive a 69
for the year. You will get it. I promise.”
“B–b–but I don’t just want to scrape by with a D, I
need at least a B,” she whined.
“Susan, you’ve got to be kidding me, that was not our
agreement. You’d be exposing us both to extreme risk.
For an F- student to suddenly get as and Bs on the Final
and Term Paper is unheard of. Why would I risk it?”
Here was the tricky part. I needed her to make the
offer, to come up with the suggestion. It needed it to
be her idea.
“Well, maybe we could work out another deal…?”
I pretended to think about it for a long time. I knew
exactly what I wanted. I decided to go for it.
“Susan… I have to admit, our kissing practice has
sometimes left me a little horny. I know I’m gay, and
you are a woman but sometimes… I, well I guess I’m a
little curious. What does a nude, aroused beautiful
woman look like. I’m an amateur photographer. It
occurred to me that I’d enjoy posing you. Seeing you
naked, wet, and spread wide open. I’ve never wanted to
see a woman that way before but I want to see you like
that. I want you on film. If you let me, I will change
your scores to get you a B. So do we have a deal?” She
was quiet and shaking.
“I’ll do it, but nobody can ever find out. I mean these
have to be private, ok?” I opened my arms and she came
to me. I held my little girl tight and began kissing her
hard. I played with her more aggressively than I ever
had before. Slowly I opened her blouse.
“I am going to strip you naked right now and get a few
shots ok sweetie… good. You just relax and let me have
you the way I want. Do you want a drink? ”
I got her 12 oz glass of vodka and mixed in a little
fruit juice. She drank it in a few quick gulps. I then
got my Olympus Camedia C-4040 zoom and my Sharp Viewcam.
We started kissing again. She tasted so sweet, so
innocent. It did not take long to get her shirt off and
bra undone. Her 34-c’s were right in front of me. I got
to my knees and cupped her ass, while sucking her bare
breast flesh for the first time. She really tensed up.
“Uh, ah Jaz what are you doing?! This is just a picture
right, we’re not going to, ah…Why are you sucking me?
You’re touching my ass, rubbing it, mashing it hard.
What is going on, are you. er, um trying to have s–s–
sex with me?” she stuttered, sputtered and stammered
while pulling away from me.
“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m gay. I told you it would be an
erotic picture. I want your nipples hard. I want to see
lust in your eyes. Total, slutty abandon. Lets be clear.
I want you wet, dripping with sex, sweat, and saliva.
It’s just art. If you want that B that is the price,” I
reminded her. She closed her eyes, nodded her head and
accepted her fate. Susan let lust and alcohol wash over
her. She was very tense and did not like the camera
recording her, but she knew what she had to do.
“I guess don’t have a choice. I need that B,” she said
in a resigned voice. Her nipples were hard and slick the
way they should be. The camcorder was running, but I
wanted a couple of still photos.
“Play with your tits Susan, squeeze them together. Good,
great. Now rub your nipples for me, oh god you are so
hot. The look on her face was special to me.
She clearly was embarrassed. A pretty little blush added
just the right amount of color. She did not want this,
but she was desperate. I put the camera down and
finished stripping her naked. She was crying now as I
licked her tears away. I picked her up and cradled her
in my arms. I kissed her gently as I carried her into my
bedroom and spread her on my bed.
“Don’t move,” I said as I went out and grabbed the 2
cameras. I set the viewcam on the tripod and zoomed in
on her pussy area. Susan open your legs wide, smile at
the camera for me. Hmmm, no that won’t do. Let me help.”
I crawled between her legs and spread them far apart.
“I need your pussy wet for this shot so, I’ going to
give you a few orgasms, ok?” Her beautiful eyes were
wide with panic, and she did not speak. She gritted her
teeth and nodded assent. I had it on camera. I made her
spread her legs wide, and peeled her pussy open. I
sniffed, and licked and sucked and slobbered all over
her cunt for the next 10 minutes.
She smelled like wet cotton and fabric softener, mixed
with “Sugar and spice and everything nice.” I took my
time, building her lust, raising her temperature. I
could tell she was trying hard not to let me see her
orgasm, not to let me taste her sweetness. Fine you want
to play games slut. I can play games.
“Susan, I need a shot of your ass. Get up on all fours
and hold it open for me. I’m going to lick it for a
while. I want to stick my finger inside of you and make
you cum on my hand.” I got down on the bed next to her
and grabbed that perfect ass in both hands. She
squealed, as I spread her open, and put my face right
into her butt.
I took deep, loving breaths and kissed her so gently. My
Susan has an ass and a half. So thick and juicy and
plump it made my mouth water. Her juices were salty and
sweet. I enjoyed watching her moan. Hold it open for me,
Do it Susan, do it right now,” I commanded as I slowly
stuck my index finger in her anus.
It seemed I had finally gone too far. Susan began
shaking her head, crying hysterically.
“NO! Get your hands out of me. I can’t I can’t do that.
Look Jaz how far is this going to go, I mean I did not
know you wanted pictures like this. I am a virgin, I’m a
good girl. Sure I’ve fooled around a little, and I’m not
ashamed of my body… but this is sick. I mean I feel
dirty, violated. I don’t want to do this.”
“Susan I’m sorry, I had no idea. You are in control
here. If you say stop, we stop. I’m disappointed, but I
understand,” I had left my finger inside her ass the
whole time, moving it around in small circles as we
talked, but now I dragged it out of her tight butt. I
helped her to her feet, and gave her a tight hug and a
quick kiss. Then she went outside and got dressed.
I thought it was over. I had come so close to raping
sweet, virginal Susan–but I had failed.
Or did I.
Three days later Susan knocked on my door and asked to
see me. I was surprised to see her but invited her in.
She looked very scared in a quiet, broken sort of way.
“Susan honey, what’s wrong. You can tell me. Why did you
come here?” She was shaking uncontrollably and took
several deep breaths before she could tell me, before
she could make herself say the words. “I got a C in
Calculus. I thought I would get an A, maybe a B, but I
got a C. I need a B- overall to stay in school.
I did the math Jaz. You are my only hope. I need an A+
in you course to pull it off. I’ll do it. I’ll pose any
way you want me to. I’ll hold my vagina open while you
get me wet. You can suck my tits until they are slick.
I, I’ll even let you do those things to my ass, if I
have to, if you make me. Please, I need an A+. As long
as you keep the pictures private, I’ll do whatever you
say, anything you want she choked and sobbed, while snot
dripped down her nose and tears moistened her pretty
face.
“Shh, baby, it will be ok. We’ll figure something out. I
won’t let you down. Take all your clothes off and
snuggle up tight with we while I think it over.” Susan
froze for a few seconds. She did not seem to want to
process what I had told her. I was holding my breath if
she would follow orders, if she would obey… she was
mine. She did. Slowly, the pretty, blonde 19-year-old
virgin took off her shirt and shoes and jeans. A few
seconds later her bra and panties followed. She held one
hand across her breasts, and the other covered her
privates. She looked perfect. Sad, and scared, simply
delicious.
“Susan sit in my lap please, let me hold you, let me
play with you.” She woodenly walked over to me and
gingerly sat in my lap. I hugged her tight, she was so
soft, smelled so sweet. I cupped her breasts and began
teasing her nipples. Susan had slightly larger than
average tits, that were perky and cone shaped. Her red
nipples quickly hardened and I enjoyed rubbing and
flicking them.
I could not help kissing her. Little pecks and nips at
first that gradually deepened. Her breath came in little
gasps and puffs in my mouth. She made these sexy little
grunts of displeasure as I searched for her tongue, and
chewed her bottom lip. My hands stayed on her tits as I
held the little slut.
It must have been a good 15 minutes before she said,
“Jaz…uh when are you going to get the camera. How do
you want me to pose? I ignored her. I liked the way her
warm bottom felt through my shorts. Her flat tummy was
so sexy and my dick was hard, in my shorts, pressing
into the crack of her ass. She was wet now, I could
smell her. Susan was squirming with unwanted arousal. It
was time.
“Susan we need to talk. I want to be honest with you.
I’m not gay. I’m a normal horny male. Remember that
while I play with your fresh pussy some more… do you
like my finger inside of you? I do. So, you need an A+.
That’s ridiculous, that’s a fantasy. You earned an F in
my class, and now you want an A+! I’ll say it again,
that’s sheer fantasy. If you want a fantasy from me…
then I want one from you. I want you to fulfill my
ultimate sexual fantasy. Susan, I want your permission
to rape you.”
“For 2 days you will stay here, naked, helpless under my
complete control. You can fight a little, scream, beg,
cry–and I will rape you. Hard, without mercy. Without
any mercy. I will of course tape you, I want to remember
this luscious body of yours. I will enjoy raping you for
the rest of my life. So few rapists have their work on
film. Two days of me fucking your face, your pussy, your
tits… oh I’m going to love you. My finger is in you
now, but soon it will be my cock. I can’t wait to fuck
you little one.”
“I won’t lie, I’m going to hurt you some… but it won’t
be too bad. I won’t cut you, or punch you. I just want a
nice normal rape. When the two days are up I will give
you the A+. Do we have a deal?”
Susan could not speak at first. While I was talking she
had slowly slipped into a major orgasm, and was cumming
on my hands. She looked in dazed, disbelief as I licked
her juices from my hand and then smeared them on my
face.
“Y–you can’t be serious. You’re not really going to
rape me? You’d go to jail. Please don’t make me do this.
Help!”
“Shhh, Susan. I promise I won’t do anything unless you
say it is ok. You are free to leave. It has to be your
choice. I want to rape you very, very much. You want an
A+. It’s up to you, decide if it is a fair trade. You
are free to go. Free to fail. Free to get kicked out of
school, and work as a secretary, or a waitress. I admit
it, I want to make love to you, to rape you from head to
toe. I’ll be good to you baby, I know what you need. But
you have to ask me for it. You have to say the words.”
I kept caressing her body, licking, sniffing, kissing
her. She allowed me to play in her pussy, to tickle her
clit. Mostly I just held her in my arms, tight. I told
her how sexy she was, how much I loved her. How I’d give
her that A+. Finally she spoke.
“Ohh god, I’m a virgin, please don’t do this. Please
don’t rape me. You set me up… from the beginning. You
planned this! I need that A+, but I can’t give you my
virginity. I want to save that for marriage. Oh god, oh
god I’ll make a deal. I’ll suck your cock for you, and
you can play with me and stuff. I’ll make your movie,
but no real sex. How about that?”
“No Susan that won’t do. Is your virginity that
important to you? Sigh ok, you can keep it. Here is what
I need instead. I get your ass. I get to lick it, suck
it, play in it, and fuck it. You will still be a virgin.
You suck my cock, make out with me, swallow my cum, and
let me eat your tender pussy. Make my movie, it will
just be an anal Rape movie now. You will need to be my
total slut. At times you will be raped, at other times
you will be my lover, willing, happy enthusiastic while
I rip your ass apart. Smiling while you drink my spunk.”
Finally to save your virginity AND get the A+ I need you
for a week, 2 days is not enough if I can’t even have
your pussy. Seven days as my personal whore and willing
rape-slut. That’s my final offer. You have 10 seconds to
decide. ”
Susan’s face was blank as the seconds ticked by. She was
almost hyper ventilating. I was holding my breath.
Tears streaked her face but she finally said in a small
humble voice, “Ok, ok, I’ll do whatever you say.”
YES!!
“Stand up baby. Now bend over, and put your hands flat
on the floor. You know what’s coming. I’m going to put
my cock inside of you. I’m going to fuck you up the ass.
Oh god I can’t wait! I need you so bad. This is gonna be
good,” I said as I walked behind her. I ran my hands
down the length of her arm, just brushing her with my
fingertips. She was crying again, humiliated at the
vulnerable position she was in. Head upside down, hair
covering her face, fat juicy ass sticking high and proud
in the air, cheeks wide open waiting for me, practically
begging me to fuck her. As bad as I wanted to fuck her I
could not resist.
I went to my knees. My face was level with her beautiful
ass. I pulled her cheeks apart and stuck my face as deep
inside of her as I could. She was so warm! I began
kissing, licking, sucking the inside of her ass. The
meat of a woman’s ass is soft, tender, and good. I had
both of my hands on her hips, holding her in place as I
ate her. Her legs were shaking and I smelt her cum. She
was panting and embarrassed and it made me happy. My
tongue was deep in her anus now, poking her over and
over, fucking her long and slow. I pulled her back to
meet my tongue thrusts. I think she came again. I put a
finger in her juicy pussy and tickled her cunt.
“Did that feel good slut? God what a fucking whore you
are, I love you. No, don’t stand up. Grab your
ankles…good. It’s time. I’m really going to do it. Can
you feel the air inside your wet ass? You’re wide-open
Susan. Any second now, any second I’m going to ram it
inside of you. Wait for it…”
I did not really ram her hard, without lube that would
have been cruel. I Just pushed my cock inside her ass in
one slow insistent thrust. My saliva had moistened her
just enough so I did not cause her serious pain.
“Oh god, oWWW! You’re too big, it hurts, You’re fucking
my ASS! You’re RAPING my ASS! It won’t fit, take it out
please, Jaz Please god Professor, please I’ll be good,
I’ll be GOOD” she babbled sexily as she tried to wiggle
out from under me.
“Susan, shut up! Don’t you fucking move! That’s it, stay
still, get used to it. Take it, take my cock. Shhhh,
calm down baby. I won’t hurt you, I would never hurt
you. You feel so good, so nice and tight. Be a good girl
and take it. We can talk about it later, but for right
now, please shut up and let me enjoy your ass. No…
don’t speak, let me have it, let me have your tender
little ass. Please baby, I love you,” I said as I slo-
wl-y fucked my little slut.
I could hear her panting, and soft lady-like cries. It
was so sweet. I buried my cock as deep as I could, and
stayed still. Her ass started clenching me tighter,
gripping me harder. I was at the bottom of her. I wanted
My Susan to be comfortable so I fucked her over to the
bed and let her lay down on her stomach. I was riding
her back, and wrapped a hand around each of her soft,
puffy tits, while I sucked and chewed on her neck.
I was so happy, I hugged her and kissed her cheek. I
actually squealed like a little girl. Susan was so
quiet, so scared it was almost eerie. I mean, I was not
going to hurt her. I just wanted to rape her. I decided
to go even slower. To fondle her, to tease a few orgasms
out of her. Maybe a soft massage.
That was the plan, um… but then I changed my mind.
Susan, stand up baby. Face me, I want to kiss you, I
want to look you in the eye while I rape you. Hold your
ass open. Wider… wider good. I’ll lube you up next
time, I swear to god I will, but for this first time I
want it to be natural. I want to break you in. Be a good
girl and take it. My dick is only seven inches so there
is a chance it won’t hurt too badly. Now that you’re
loosened up. I’m going to line it up with your asshole
again… good. Do you feel me. Oh no you still look
really tiny. I’m sorry baby, this is going to hurt me
just as much as it hurts you.
Ugggh-arrrgh. Shit, oh shit you’re tight, how can you
still be so tight? The angle is wrong, I can’t get in…
stop crying, stop screaming, shut up, help me get in!
Wait… wait, it’s slipping inside, oh SHIT I’m back
in!” I screamed as I kissed her mouth. I pulled Susan
down on my dick. She whimpered loudly and tried to stand
up, but I did not let her.
“Shh, baby I love you, sit still. Get used to me. Relax
enjoy it. I’m not gonna fuck you now. Look at me, keep
your eyes open! I’m just gonna tickle your cunt and let
you get used to it. That’s a good girl, that’s a sweet
slut. Do you want daddy to play with your little titties
now,” I said as I sucked one breast then another. My
cock was buried in her ass, as I thrust into her hard
for the first time. It was perfect. If you’ve never done
it, if you’ve never fucked an unhappy, unwilling,
teenager you can’t know what I felt.
“Please, make it stop, it hurts so much, it burns! Hurry
up make it stop. Just get it over with.”
“First I want you to kiss me back Susan. I want to make
out with you while me dick is in your ass. Be my lover
baby. Tell me how bad you want me, how much you need me.
Thank me for raping you. Then when you’re ready, you
ride me. Have fun, ride this thick cock, fuck yourself
until you’re happy. Do it Susan, do it now.”
Susan did not seem to know what to do at first, what to
say. She started by kissing me, lightly. I was still
playing with her tits, and rubbing her clitty. I could
feel her ass tighten as she became aroused. Soon we were
kissing for real. She came again.
“Oh god… yer making me come, I can’t stop cumming. I–
I must be a slut. You’re raping my ass and I’m cumming.
Thank you for raping me, thank you for ruining my life.
I’m just a fucking slut, a filthy little whore. Fine,
you want me to ride you, I’ll ride your fucking cock. I
hope it snaps off. How, ugh, do, groan, you like that
JAZ! I’m gonna break your dick off in my ass. That fat
cock is gonna come off, and I’ll laugh you bastard.
Owwww! Shit, it hurts, you, you’re fucking me too hard,
your fucking my ass apart, BASTARD! Oh god, ahgad,
please, pleaseOWWW!”
At some point I lost control. Susan’s tight ass, filthy
mouth and puddles of cum drove me over the edge. I was
sweating profusely, and could hear her tits slapping
against my chest. I ripped into her ass and pulled her
tight. Sucking her mouth, licking her tongue as I thrust
into her wildly. She was mine, my woman, my slut, my
whore, my property, my love.
Our eyes locked as my cock spurted love and salty cream
inside of her. I made her sit still as I came. I rocked
her gently in my arms and kissed my baby girl softly. I
played with her clit lovingly until she came hard, her
ass squeezing my cock, her cunt clamping my finger. She
struggled at first, but finally settled, snuggled, and
drifted off to sleep wit my semi erect dick inside her,
where it belonged.
EPILOGUE:
“Good morning sleepy head,” I had been watching my Susan
sleep for almost an hour. She looked so peaceful naked
in my bed. I slowly kissed her awake. She did not know
where she was at first, but as she locked in on my eyes,
she realized it was not over.
“Um, good morning,” she said while trying to pull the
covers over her sexy body.
I leaned over and kissed her and she stiffened briefly
before allowing me to continue.
“Susan, last night was very special to me. I want to
thank you. I promise you I will never be that rough
again, unless you want me to. Thing is… I don’t think
a week is going to be enough. I need more time with you.
I like you in my bed. I love your tits, the taste of
your lips, your ass in my hands, around my cock. I
enjoyed making you scream, raping you was sweet, but I
want more. I want you to surrender your body to me, to
accept me as your master. I want to earn the right to
fuck you, to love you. Not because of a deal, for a
fucking grade.”
“I need time though. Time to win you over. Let’s make a
deal. I teach a beginners, intermediate and advanced
level course. Each year, you take one of mine, and I’ll
help tutor you. I’ll get copies of the tests and old
Term Papers to make sure you get an A. I’ll even help
with other Professor’s courses. We have a shared
computer network, so I can get copies of tests, term
papers for most classes.”
“Deal is, you be my lover. I’m sorry baby, but your
sweet ass is not enough. I need your pussy too. I want
it all. At least one A guaranteed each year, probably
lots more. You’ll never have to worry about school
again. Your future will be set. Give me a chance, let me
love you. Yes I’ll still rape you, but I’ll make it fun.
I want you to enjoy it too. You came at least 3 times
last night. I can make you happy, please baby I know I
can.”
She was very quiet, as I licked her breasts while she
thought it over. Slowly she ran her fingers in my hair
and said, “Hmm, a guaranteed A every year…”