PROFESSOR PUTNAM Pt.2

(The arrogant and self-entitled Professor Stacey Putnam is put firmly in her place when a student 25+ years her junior finds something that could jeopardize her career at a crucial time, should it get out. Stacey is also now keenly aware that there is something else buried deep as well, and she’s not sure she really wants to visit that again.)

I had let Professor Stacey Putnam, old’ “Double-P” herself, know via text the address of the place for our weekend romp. My parents had asked me to house-sit for them a few weeks before. We owned a small fishing cottage on Shell Point, barely a half hour south of the University, so I had plenty of time to install a few discreet pinhole cameras and position some of the bondage toys I’d blew the last of my summer money on. At least it promised to be a fun weekend. Well, for one of us at least.

It was with both trepidation & an old set of feelings she suppressed that Stacey Putnam drove to the designated location. She really should have called the cops, or at least the University police, but a meeting with the University staff the previous afternoon confirmed that, barring something unforeseen in the next few weeks, her tenure was ‘very promising, which was the most any Uni would commit to. At least it gave her hope. ‘Now, just get yourself through the next day or so, girl,’ she said, as she pulled into the yard of a quaint, neatly kept cottage. Her tormentor was standing at the door, smiling, and Stacey had to suppress that old feeling again as she grabbed her bag & got out.

I met her at the door, holding it as any gentleman would, and pointed towards a spot in front of an oak ricker, where she went and stood. Very complicit, very good. “Now MS. Putnam,” I said, “let’s start this weekend off proper. Strip naked, and have a seat in that chair. Sit in it, knees up, over the arms of the chair. You will masturbate until the end of the show. Do so now.” And I pointed to a chair that was just beside a large TV.

Stacey is appalled, on a few levels. Fits off is both what this asshole demanding of her and that she has to JUST get through this weekend. The other is that she so willingly complies. She is embarrassed as she adjusts herself in the chair and lifts up her legs. Stacey is now spread wide, but dry as a bone, as she begins to rub herself.

I see the issue, and grab the bottle of lube I have ready. I grab her hand and pull it off her pussy. I hold it palm up and pour a very liberal amount of lube on it. I let it go and say. “Finger fuck yourself with at least 2 fingers and don’t stop until the next set of commercials end.”

She’s aggravated that she is being treated this way, but why is she also aggravated that she’s not the center of his attention? She does as instructed, and instantly feels warm. Asshole checks on her after a minute, but she has been at it for a bit and doesn’t needed more lube. Her fingers are making wet squishy sounds, and the sound and the feeling have her excited, making her breathing increase.

I partly strip and move in front of her. “Stop and put your hands on your thighs.” She does as she is told, looking up at me. I’m in my boxer briefs and my dick is hanging out there in an arc in front of her. Stacey’s breathing is ragged. “Were you about to make yourself cum?” No answer. “Answer me now or I will flip you over and paddle that ass.”

Stacey looks from the dick to asshole’s eyes. His eyes look angry, and the dick is hanging there, much larger than she had thought it would be. She finally answers meekly. “yes”

“What? Speak up, dammit.”

She looks at the dick again. Is it wet? Then up at me, and answers again meekly. “Yes-well…almost.”

“You want to continue & make yourself orgasm?”

“Shit Yes.” Stacey replies.

“Well OK then.” I have been holding a lubed vibrator in my hands. It’s a bit bigger than me. I reach down with no warning and just push it into her.

“Ggaaaahhhh What the…..AHH!” Stacey Putnam calls out, her face a look of shock.

I turn it on high with a few quick clicks.

“Oh shit-Oh Shit!” she exclaims, as she squirms around.

I take her hand and put it on the vibrator.