The Count of Monte CristoChapter 58 M Noirtier de Villefort
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The minute I met my English professor I knew I wanted to fuck her. She was beyond gorgeous. She was barely five feet tall, but always wore heels to class to elevate her height by a good three to four inches depending on the day. She still dwarfed me by a foot. Her hair was dark red and always pulled up, twisted in either a bun, held by a clip or in a French twist. Her eyes were pale blue green and could stare into your soul; glasses frequently framed these dangerous pools, though recently she’d been wearing contacts. I needed to discuss my recent paper with her. We’d finished a book that was on our syllabus and had done a report on it. I was surprised that when I got the paper back there was a fat D on the top. Her notes in the margin left me seething. She had told me it was parochial and that while I had outlined the book I hadn’t put any depth into the report.
I hung back waiting for the other students to leave and then approached, I knew I could get her to change my grade; I just needed to do a little creative convincing. I also had in my back pocket a secret weapon that I would pull out only if necessary.
“Yes Jonathan, you wanted to talk to me?”
“I need you to change my grade.”
“I’m sorry but that’s quite impossible.”
“Thought you might say that,”
I moved closer to her and reveled in the fear that I saw in her eyes.
“Tell me Professor, how long did it take you to change Shawn’s grade after he fucked your brains out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered.
“Oh really, maybe I ought to refresh your memory,” I opened my laptop and opened up my movie app, “does this look familiar.”
I clicked play and a video of my friend Shawn eating the Professor’s snatch and fucking it raw started to play. I left the sound off while I moved behind her and slid my hands down her frame to the front of her skirt.
“Does this ring a bell?”
She trembled as my fingers slid between her legs finding no panties.
“You were expecting to meet with him this afternoon weren’t you?”
“No, of course not,” she started to say
“Save it whore; he already told me that he was coming here. I convinced him that I needed this more, gave him fifty bucks for my time with you and I intend on making good use of that money. Now, I want to see you, strip,” I bit the back of her neck and smacked her on her tight ass.
She stood rooted there, trembling slightly, not moving.
“Damn it I said strip whore,” I spun her to face me and grabbed her shirt by the collar and ripped it open sending buttons flying revealing a black lacy bra, “Christ, your tits are fantastic,” my hands palmed them squeezing, my fingers flicking over the nipples.
“Jonathan, stop, please.”
“No,” I shoved my hand between her legs and up into her snatch, “well, what do we have here? You’re wet Professor, enjoying this are we?”
“No,”
“Lies, you enjoy the power you hold over us as students, and now when one takes the upper hand you don’t know what to do. Well Professor I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, I’m going to enjoy every minute of this, and once more, I’m going to record it, that way when you scream my name in pleasure you can’t deny that you wanted this.”
She whimpers softly as I deftly stroke her snatch, my thumb flicking over her clit until it hardens, my fingers hooking up and in holding her firmly against my body.
“So wet, are you thinking of him; Shawn that is? Well Professor I promise you that when I’m done, you won’t think of anyone but me.”
She whimpers again and I bend my head to bite her neck, marking her. She gasps and I move a little higher, biting her again, the imprint of my teeth on her neck.
“Mmmm I like marking you Professor; I think I should do the other side too, just so that everyone knows just how much of a slut you are.”
She groans and tenses slightly as I tilt her head to the other side and gently press a kiss just below her ear.
“Do you want me to mark you hear too?” my free hand strokes from her ear down to her collar bone.
“Please don’t,” she manages.
“All I heard was please Professor,” my breath hot in her ear as I bite her ear lobe and work my way down biting with various degrees of pressure from her ear all the way down the side of her neck leaving several black and blue marks, “mmm yeah now you look like a proper whore, all marked up, oh wait I missed a spot,” I tilt her head back and bite her hard just above her collar bone; as I do her pussy spasms around my fingers.
“Jonathan, I’ll change the grade, please, stop.”
“No, it’s not about the grade anymore Professor, now I want revenge because you made me hard,” I grab her hand and press it against the front of my jeans, “but before I fuck you properly I want to see if you taste as good as Shawn said you did, here tell me how you taste,” I shove my fingers into her mouth until she gags slightly, “tell me whore, do you like how you taste,”
She nods and moans softly from around my fingers sucking at them greedily. I spin her around again and lay her down on her desk.
“I can’t have you fighting me Professor; I’ll have to secure your hands out of the way.” I take and cut her bra off and use the straps to secure her hands up and out of the way, “now I need to be sure the camera gets a good view,” I move my laptop so that it’s trained on the juncture of her thighs and I move a chair to sit in front of her snatch.
“Jonathan, please you’ve made your point,”
“No, no I haven’t Professor; I want you screaming my name,”
I pull her hips to the edge of the desk and part the lips of her snatch blowing lightly at her clit, smiling as it hardens. I move forward and flick my tongue smiling again as she gasps. I ease two fingers into her as I nibble lightly on her clit.
“Jonathan,” she moans her hips jumping as I continue to feast on her center.
“Yes slut, I mean Professor, do you want more?”
“No,” she whimpers.
“You shouldn’t lie professor, for that I’ll have to mark you again,” my teeth sink into her thigh near her left buttocks and an audible moan escapes her throat, “well now I know you like being marked,” I smirk looking up at her as my stroking intensifies and she starts to writhe on the desk.
I move my attention back to her cunt and suck on her lips hard before pressing my tongue into her snatch so deep until my nose bumped up against her clit.
“You’re dripping Professor,” I grin as I wipe my fingers from her pussy back to her taint and press against her ass.
Her moan as I slide a single finger into her ass is music to my ears.
“Shawn ever fuck you here?” I murmur sliding my finger in deeper and hooking it slightly
“No,” she murmurs her voice laced with tears.
“Good. What about anyone else?” I slide the finger out and add a second
“No,” she hisses
“All mine then?”
“No, please don’t. I’ll change your grade to whatever you want.”
I laugh cruelly and add a third finger stretching her slowly. She gasps as her pussy spasms.
“So you do like this? You just don’t want to admit it?” I lean forward and blow gently on her clit, her hips jumping as it hardens, “I think you’re ready for me to fuck you Professor,”
“Jonathan, please don’t.”
“Your words don’t match what your body is telling me Professor, and what your body is telling me is that she very much wants to be fucked like the cum slut, fucktoy that she is,” I lower my jeans and spring free enjoying her eyes widening slightly as my shaft pops free, “you like what you see professor?” I slowly slide myself along her slit, wetting it.
“You’re bigger than Shawn,” she gasps and blushes bright red.
“So you finally admit it. You finally admit that you’re a whore and a slut who likes to fuck her students.” I press forward allowing just the head of my engorged cock to ease into her cunt.
She whimpers as I press forward a bit more, the head rubbing against her g-spot.
“I’m surprised that you’re as tight as you are Professor. Tell me how many students have you fucked this term? Shawn told me that he heard about you from another friend of ours, so that’s at least three.”
“I’m not answering that question,” she hisses as I press forward more my thumbnail stroking her clit.
“Well than I’d venture to guess that it’s more than three then am I right?” I slam my hips into hers and she gasps, “is it more than five?” my fingers find her clit and rub it hard and she whimpers loudly, “so it’s more than five? How big of a slut are you Professor?”
I rock into her harder and faster, she matches my thrusts and her back arches off the desk.
“You’re going to scream when you cum Professor, I want you to scream my name when you cum, and I know you’re close.”
“No,” she whimpers
“No? You mean to tell me you don’t like my cock in your cunt? You’ve been matching my thrusts and you’re dripping all over your desk. You may as well admit that you’re enjoying this,”
She groans as I slid out of her leaving her snatch void of my shaft.
“You miss him don’t you Professor? You miss my thick cock in your dripping snatch. I want to see if you’re as good a cocksucker as Shawn claims you are, and I think you’ll like that I’m slick with your cunt juice.”
I walk around to where her head is and pull her back so her head falls off the edge of the desk, I press my shaft to her lips and she slowly opens moaning as she tastes herself on my cock. My hands gently cradle her head as I bob in and out of her mouth. I press forward until she gags; my shaft at the back of her throat. I can’t help but hiss as her teeth rake against me the pressure just enough to appeal to my appetite for pain.
“Yeah you’re a good cocksucker,” I moan as I lean forward and nibble on her clit.
Her hips buck up against my face and I slide a finger into her ass.
“Enough,” I hiss finally sliding out of her mouth and hauling her off the desk, loosening her hands, “you aren’t going to fight anymore are you Professor,” she shakes her head no, “I want that ass Professor,”
She whimpers as I slick my fingers up with both the juices from her snatch and from a small bottle of lube that I had in my bag.
“Please I’ve never,”
“I know you’ve never slut, but I want you to tell me how bad you want it. I’ll be gentle as long as you say two words. Do you want to know what those two words are?” I slowly slide two fingers into her ass stretching her.
“What?” she finally gasps
“Take me. I want you to look at the camera over there and say ‘take me’,”
She whimpers softly as I add a third finger and looks up at my lap top, she can see the position she’s in and I hear her moan before barely whispering the two words I demanded.
“Louder bitch,” I slap her ass hard making her gasp.
“Take me,” she says louder.
“You can do better than that,” I hiss slapping the other side of her ass leaving a handprint.
“TAKE ME!” she finally screams unable to take the exquisite attention that I’ve been paying to her.
“That’s a good slut,” I murmur as I slowly slide my cock into her snatch wetting it, I add some lube for good measure and slowly press the head to her tight hole, “goddamn, you are tight, you’ve never had anything in here have you?”
“Just some toys Jonathan,” she manages to whimper as I press forward the head popping in slowly.
I press forward slowly and then back out, but not all the way. I continue pressing in and out relishing in the fact that her body is quickly adjusting to getting her ass fucked. My fingers slide forward and into her cunt and hook up finding her g-spot. Her back arches and one hand goes around my neck drawing me down to her. I chuckle softly as I feel the fingers of her free hand start to rub her clit.
“So hot Professor,” my teeth sink into the back of her neck marking her again, “what are you going to change my grade to professor? I have a ‘D’ average right now, in order to maintain my scholarship I need at least a ‘B’, but I won’t settle for that, I want a fucking ‘A’,”
She moans as I start thrusting faster, pulsing in her ass.
“What’ll be Professor? Just know that if it’s not what I want, this video will be posted for the administration to see,”
“That’s blackmail,” she moans writhing against me.
“Yeah it is isn’t it?” I dip my head again and mark her for the umpteenth time, her neck now resembles a leopard and I’m thoroughly enjoying how her body is reacting to my attention, “will you give me that ‘A’ or do I need to send this to Dr. Straus? Come to think of it I might send it to him anyway; just to be sure you cooperate.”
“No, please don’t show anyone else.”
“I need to know what you’re changing my grade to, and I need to know now or I will send this to Dr. Straus as well as other members of the administration.”
“An ‘A’,” she moans as I thrust even faster.
“That’s a good girl Professor. Now tell me where do you want me to cum?”
She moans as I thrust into her hard keeping it still, she attempts to move her hips against me, but I hold her hips and hand still, preventing her from rubbing her clit.
“Not until you tell me where you want my cum Professor Slut, I won’t move until you tell me.”
“My ass,” she moans finally.
“Louder, I don’t think the camera picked it up,” knowing full well that it had.
“MY ASS,” she moans.
I thrust into her hard and fast and she falls forward as she rocks her hips into mine fucking me with equal vigor. I erupt a moment later filling her ass with my spunk, I slid out and it oozes out and down her thighs, she falls into a fetal position as I gather up my things.
“Glad we could come to an agreement Professor. I’d like to have another meeting with you after next class, do you understand?”
She nods.
“Next time I’m bringing a couple of friends, got it?”
She nods again before breaking into sobs. I gather up her clothes and place them in my bag, leaving only her long overcoat and shoes. She starts to protest and I remind her of the video and Dr. Straus. I walk out without a backward glance whistling as the door closes behind me.
I hung back waiting for the other students to leave and then approached, I knew I could get her to change my grade; I just needed to do a little creative convincing. I also had in my back pocket a secret weapon that I would pull out only if necessary.
“Yes Jonathan, you wanted to talk to me?”
“I need you to change my grade.”
“I’m sorry but that’s quite impossible.”
“Thought you might say that,”
I moved closer to her and reveled in the fear that I saw in her eyes.
“Tell me Professor, how long did it take you to change Shawn’s grade after he fucked your brains out.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered.
“Oh really, maybe I ought to refresh your memory,” I opened my laptop and opened up my movie app, “does this look familiar.”
I clicked play and a video of my friend Shawn eating the Professor’s snatch and fucking it raw started to play. I left the sound off while I moved behind her and slid my hands down her frame to the front of her skirt.
“Does this ring a bell?”
She trembled as my fingers slid between her legs finding no panties.
“You were expecting to meet with him this afternoon weren’t you?”
“No, of course not,” she started to say
“Save it whore; he already told me that he was coming here. I convinced him that I needed this more, gave him fifty bucks for my time with you and I intend on making good use of that money. Now, I want to see you, strip,” I bit the back of her neck and smacked her on her tight ass.
She stood rooted there, trembling slightly, not moving.
“Damn it I said strip whore,” I spun her to face me and grabbed her shirt by the collar and ripped it open sending buttons flying revealing a black lacy bra, “Christ, your tits are fantastic,” my hands palmed them squeezing, my fingers flicking over the nipples.
“Jonathan, stop, please.”
“No,” I shoved my hand between her legs and up into her snatch, “well, what do we have here? You’re wet Professor, enjoying this are we?”
“No,”
“Lies, you enjoy the power you hold over us as students, and now when one takes the upper hand you don’t know what to do. Well Professor I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, I’m going to enjoy every minute of this, and once more, I’m going to record it, that way when you scream my name in pleasure you can’t deny that you wanted this.”
She whimpers softly as I deftly stroke her snatch, my thumb flicking over her clit until it hardens, my fingers hooking up and in holding her firmly against my body.
“So wet, are you thinking of him; Shawn that is? Well Professor I promise you that when I’m done, you won’t think of anyone but me.”
She whimpers again and I bend my head to bite her neck, marking her. She gasps and I move a little higher, biting her again, the imprint of my teeth on her neck.
“Mmmm I like marking you Professor; I think I should do the other side too, just so that everyone knows just how much of a slut you are.”
She groans and tenses slightly as I tilt her head to the other side and gently press a kiss just below her ear.
“Do you want me to mark you hear too?” my free hand strokes from her ear down to her collar bone.
“Please don’t,” she manages.
“All I heard was please Professor,” my breath hot in her ear as I bite her ear lobe and work my way down biting with various degrees of pressure from her ear all the way down the side of her neck leaving several black and blue marks, “mmm yeah now you look like a proper whore, all marked up, oh wait I missed a spot,” I tilt her head back and bite her hard just above her collar bone; as I do her pussy spasms around my fingers.
“Jonathan, I’ll change the grade, please, stop.”
“No, it’s not about the grade anymore Professor, now I want revenge because you made me hard,” I grab her hand and press it against the front of my jeans, “but before I fuck you properly I want to see if you taste as good as Shawn said you did, here tell me how you taste,” I shove my fingers into her mouth until she gags slightly, “tell me whore, do you like how you taste,”
She nods and moans softly from around my fingers sucking at them greedily. I spin her around again and lay her down on her desk.
“I can’t have you fighting me Professor; I’ll have to secure your hands out of the way.” I take and cut her bra off and use the straps to secure her hands up and out of the way, “now I need to be sure the camera gets a good view,” I move my laptop so that it’s trained on the juncture of her thighs and I move a chair to sit in front of her snatch.
“Jonathan, please you’ve made your point,”
“No, no I haven’t Professor; I want you screaming my name,”
I pull her hips to the edge of the desk and part the lips of her snatch blowing lightly at her clit, smiling as it hardens. I move forward and flick my tongue smiling again as she gasps. I ease two fingers into her as I nibble lightly on her clit.
“Jonathan,” she moans her hips jumping as I continue to feast on her center.
“Yes slut, I mean Professor, do you want more?”
“No,” she whimpers.
“You shouldn’t lie professor, for that I’ll have to mark you again,” my teeth sink into her thigh near her left buttocks and an audible moan escapes her throat, “well now I know you like being marked,” I smirk looking up at her as my stroking intensifies and she starts to writhe on the desk.
I move my attention back to her cunt and suck on her lips hard before pressing my tongue into her snatch so deep until my nose bumped up against her clit.
“You’re dripping Professor,” I grin as I wipe my fingers from her pussy back to her taint and press against her ass.
Her moan as I slide a single finger into her ass is music to my ears.
“Shawn ever fuck you here?” I murmur sliding my finger in deeper and hooking it slightly
“No,” she murmurs her voice laced with tears.
“Good. What about anyone else?” I slide the finger out and add a second
“No,” she hisses
“All mine then?”
“No, please don’t. I’ll change your grade to whatever you want.”
I laugh cruelly and add a third finger stretching her slowly. She gasps as her pussy spasms.
“So you do like this? You just don’t want to admit it?” I lean forward and blow gently on her clit, her hips jumping as it hardens, “I think you’re ready for me to fuck you Professor,”
“Jonathan, please don’t.”
“Your words don’t match what your body is telling me Professor, and what your body is telling me is that she very much wants to be fucked like the cum slut, fucktoy that she is,” I lower my jeans and spring free enjoying her eyes widening slightly as my shaft pops free, “you like what you see professor?” I slowly slide myself along her slit, wetting it.
“You’re bigger than Shawn,” she gasps and blushes bright red.
“So you finally admit it. You finally admit that you’re a whore and a slut who likes to fuck her students.” I press forward allowing just the head of my engorged cock to ease into her cunt.
She whimpers as I press forward a bit more, the head rubbing against her g-spot.
“I’m surprised that you’re as tight as you are Professor. Tell me how many students have you fucked this term? Shawn told me that he heard about you from another friend of ours, so that’s at least three.”
“I’m not answering that question,” she hisses as I press forward more my thumbnail stroking her clit.
“Well than I’d venture to guess that it’s more than three then am I right?” I slam my hips into hers and she gasps, “is it more than five?” my fingers find her clit and rub it hard and she whimpers loudly, “so it’s more than five? How big of a slut are you Professor?”
I rock into her harder and faster, she matches my thrusts and her back arches off the desk.
“You’re going to scream when you cum Professor, I want you to scream my name when you cum, and I know you’re close.”
“No,” she whimpers
“No? You mean to tell me you don’t like my cock in your cunt? You’ve been matching my thrusts and you’re dripping all over your desk. You may as well admit that you’re enjoying this,”
She groans as I slid out of her leaving her snatch void of my shaft.
“You miss him don’t you Professor? You miss my thick cock in your dripping snatch. I want to see if you’re as good a cocksucker as Shawn claims you are, and I think you’ll like that I’m slick with your cunt juice.”
I walk around to where her head is and pull her back so her head falls off the edge of the desk, I press my shaft to her lips and she slowly opens moaning as she tastes herself on my cock. My hands gently cradle her head as I bob in and out of her mouth. I press forward until she gags; my shaft at the back of her throat. I can’t help but hiss as her teeth rake against me the pressure just enough to appeal to my appetite for pain.
“Yeah you’re a good cocksucker,” I moan as I lean forward and nibble on her clit.
Her hips buck up against my face and I slide a finger into her ass.
“Enough,” I hiss finally sliding out of her mouth and hauling her off the desk, loosening her hands, “you aren’t going to fight anymore are you Professor,” she shakes her head no, “I want that ass Professor,”
She whimpers as I slick my fingers up with both the juices from her snatch and from a small bottle of lube that I had in my bag.
“Please I’ve never,”
“I know you’ve never slut, but I want you to tell me how bad you want it. I’ll be gentle as long as you say two words. Do you want to know what those two words are?” I slowly slide two fingers into her ass stretching her.
“What?” she finally gasps
“Take me. I want you to look at the camera over there and say ‘take me’,”
She whimpers softly as I add a third finger and looks up at my lap top, she can see the position she’s in and I hear her moan before barely whispering the two words I demanded.
“Louder bitch,” I slap her ass hard making her gasp.
“Take me,” she says louder.
“You can do better than that,” I hiss slapping the other side of her ass leaving a handprint.
“TAKE ME!” she finally screams unable to take the exquisite attention that I’ve been paying to her.
“That’s a good slut,” I murmur as I slowly slide my cock into her snatch wetting it, I add some lube for good measure and slowly press the head to her tight hole, “goddamn, you are tight, you’ve never had anything in here have you?”
“Just some toys Jonathan,” she manages to whimper as I press forward the head popping in slowly.
I press forward slowly and then back out, but not all the way. I continue pressing in and out relishing in the fact that her body is quickly adjusting to getting her ass fucked. My fingers slide forward and into her cunt and hook up finding her g-spot. Her back arches and one hand goes around my neck drawing me down to her. I chuckle softly as I feel the fingers of her free hand start to rub her clit.
“So hot Professor,” my teeth sink into the back of her neck marking her again, “what are you going to change my grade to professor? I have a ‘D’ average right now, in order to maintain my scholarship I need at least a ‘B’, but I won’t settle for that, I want a fucking ‘A’,”
She moans as I start thrusting faster, pulsing in her ass.
“What’ll be Professor? Just know that if it’s not what I want, this video will be posted for the administration to see,”
“That’s blackmail,” she moans writhing against me.
“Yeah it is isn’t it?” I dip my head again and mark her for the umpteenth time, her neck now resembles a leopard and I’m thoroughly enjoying how her body is reacting to my attention, “will you give me that ‘A’ or do I need to send this to Dr. Straus? Come to think of it I might send it to him anyway; just to be sure you cooperate.”
“No, please don’t show anyone else.”
“I need to know what you’re changing my grade to, and I need to know now or I will send this to Dr. Straus as well as other members of the administration.”
“An ‘A’,” she moans as I thrust even faster.
“That’s a good girl Professor. Now tell me where do you want me to cum?”
She moans as I thrust into her hard keeping it still, she attempts to move her hips against me, but I hold her hips and hand still, preventing her from rubbing her clit.
“Not until you tell me where you want my cum Professor Slut, I won’t move until you tell me.”
“My ass,” she moans finally.
“Louder, I don’t think the camera picked it up,” knowing full well that it had.
“MY ASS,” she moans.
I thrust into her hard and fast and she falls forward as she rocks her hips into mine fucking me with equal vigor. I erupt a moment later filling her ass with my spunk, I slid out and it oozes out and down her thighs, she falls into a fetal position as I gather up my things.
“Glad we could come to an agreement Professor. I’d like to have another meeting with you after next class, do you understand?”
She nods.
“Next time I’m bringing a couple of friends, got it?”
She nods again before breaking into sobs. I gather up her clothes and place them in my bag, leaving only her long overcoat and shoes. She starts to protest and I remind her of the video and Dr. Straus. I walk out without a backward glance whistling as the door closes behind me.
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