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My Own Scarlet Letter
By Couture
I glanced down at my watch.
Threeo' five. Katie was supposed to have been here five minutes ago. I checkedmy desk to make sure I had everything. Yes, it was all there. My grade bookand copies of her old tests.
Three o' six. She was now six minutes late, but it felt like thirty. I felta drop of perspiration make its way from my underarm down my side. Okay, whenshe gets here, make sure she doesn't close the door, I reminded myself. Whywas I worried? She might not even show. If her prior efforts in class wereany indication, she probably wouldn't.
God, why was I so nervous? I was the teacher and she was the student. Yes,I had given her an F on her last paper, but she deserved it.
Three o' eight, and I couldn't stop my leg from jumping. Why couldn't I?Well, I never had a girl like Katie in my class before. I had heard storiesof students who flirted with their professors. Who hasn't? But, as a woman,I had never had a student try it with me.
Three o'nine. It was the first day of class when she started. She came upto me after class, and touched my arm. "I'm so glad to be taking your class," shesaid. Pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, and perfect teeth. She pushed a few unrulystrands of hair behind her ear. "I'm going to do so well . . . I'm sure ofit."
I know. It sounds weak. Just a typical brown-nosing student. But there wassomething to her look. Something knowing that said…I'm going to do wellin your class, and you are the one who is going to make sure of it. And therewas something more. Something sexual.
And if I wasn't sure of it then, I was the next class, when she wore a tightshirt, with tiny white shorts, along with a pair of Mary Janes. She kept crossingand uncrossing her legs. She traced her pink bubble gum lips with the end ofher pen.
Three-twelve. She didn't do her assignment the next week either, but shewore a tiny little mini-skirt. She spread her legs. I couldn't help but tosee her panties. They were pink with a little heart directly over the crotch.I could barely continue the class. I could feel my cheeks warm in response.Was she trying to say something? In some sneaky fashion asserting that I lovedher privates? Well, I had news for her. I was not into that sort of thing.I liked men. Only men.
Three-fourteen. It became a sort of ritual. A perverse sort of ritual. IfI assigned a homework assignment, she wouldn't do it. Instead, she would wearsome revealing garment to school. As if that were payment enough for me togive her a grade for work she didn't do. It didn't work. I gave her a gradealright. I gave the little tart a zero.
And then there was the latest paper that was due. I expected some sort ofpaltry effort. Instead I got a coversheet a bunch of empty pages, and thenon the last page, a little handwritten note.
This is really boring stuff. I just couldn't bear it. -XOXO Katie.
I wrote her a little note of my own.
Perhaps you can bear failing my class. –Dr. Anderson
Three-sixteen. The next day was miniskirt day again. That was predictable.However, when she spread her legs, I was in store for a surprise. The littleminx wasn't wearing panties. I saw her sex for the first time. Her naked sex.I wanted to call her out on it in front of class. To tell her to go home andnot to come back until she put on some underwear. But to do so would have meantacknowledging the fact that I had looked beneath her skirt. And how could I,a professor, a female professor, have explained looking up the skirt of a student?
Three-eighteen. My mouth was dry, but my pussy was steaming. My panties soaked.All because of that little tart. I was attracted to her. How? When did it happen?I don't know. But as Katie sat on the front row, opening and closing her legs,I couldn't escape the effect of her wanton display. She was aroused. I couldmake out her pink labia and her blonde pubes. And . . . and she was glistening.She was getting wet displaying her vagina to me. And I? I was getting wet watchingher display it.
Three-nineteen. God, where was she? I should have left that day. Walked outat the end of class. But something compelled me to stay. I had made up my mindto stop her after class. To privately ask her not to come to my class, unlessshe was properly attired. Instead, it was she that came to me. She caught upto me after class and asked if she could come to my office later to discussher grades. I said of course, how about two o'clock. It would give me the opportunityto privately voice my concerns about her inappropriate conduct. She said shewas busy, but how about three o'clock? And I agreed.
Three-twenty. I couldn't get the thought of her out of my mind. The way shelooked at me, as if appraising me. The sight of her sex. It made me think ofmy first sexual encounter. It happened my freshman year of college when I wasin danger of failing my history class.
I went to the professor and pleaded my case. I made up a lie about my boyfriendstalking me and being depressed. Well, it was partially true. Okay, so it wasmy roommate, but how was he to know? He asked me what was I willing to do?I said anything.
He got up and locked the door. He had me kneel between his legs. This man – thisfifty year old man - my professor - took out his cock. It was the first oneI had ever seen. It looked like a pale gross worm.
I told him I couldn't go through with it. He said to just think about it.Just a few minutes of work. Think of how much time and effort the other studentshad put in to his class. Think of how much work I was getting out of. Go on.Just try it. No one will ever know.
It was as if I were hypnotized. It wasn't very big. Not threatening at all.So, I bent down and kissed his cock. I licked it. I felt so wicked. So worldly.So naughty.
So wet.
There kneeling on the cold dirty floor of my professor's office, I suckedmy first cock. It grew harder and bigger the more I sucked – much biggerthan I expected. He grabbed the back of my head and guided me up and down itslength. It was so long that it was hitting the back of my throat. Tears fellfrom my eyes, as I tried to control my urge to gag. He called me dirty names.Cocksucker. Dirty slut. College cunt. And then with a strangled cry, he pushedme down hard on his cock. I felt it spasm and then his cum splashing againstthe back of my mouth. I groaned and tried to pull away, but he held me fast.
Yeah, yeah take it – take it, he groaned.
The taste was unexpected. Bitter. Salty. I wanted to spit it out, but therewas no place to.
He told me to swallow. I did, but I could still taste his acrid flavor. Icould feel his scum sliding down my throat. I wiped at my tears and my handcame away dark from my running mascara. I didn't feel so worldly anymore. Insteadof naughty, I felt - used - dirty.
He told me not to say a word. He told me no one would believe a slut likeme anyway. He told me that I was a good cocksucker, and that to come back anytimeI wanted some help.
I dried my tears and left. Everyone I passed, I could have sworn that theysomehow knew what I had done. I had sold myself. Sold my pride. Whored myselfout for a grade. I swore then and there I would never be in that position everagain. And I didn't. I went on to get my doctorate. No matter how much I hadto study. No matter how hard I had to work. I never ever sold something soprecious for so little ever again.
Three-twenty eight. Thoughts of Katie kept going through my mind. I wantedher. I wanted to make her kneel between my legs. I wanted to make her lickmy pussy. I wanted to teach her a lesson. A lesson like I had been taught solong ago. And she wasn't like me. I had been pure. Innocent. Katie was anythingbut. She deserved to be put on her knees. A girl like her would probably enjoyit.
Three-thirty, there was a knock on the door. It was Katie, smiling as ifshe wasn't thirty minutes late.
"Sorry I'm late Dr. Anderson, but something important came up."
"It's okay, have a seat Katie."
To my disbelief, Katie shut the door behind her. There was an audible clickas she locked it. I had meant to do that, but instead I was frozen in my chair.I couldn't move. I couldn't even breathe as I watched Katie saunter over, notto the chair across from my desk, but to over to my side of the desk. Intomy personal space. And right there, she lifted up the back of her skirt, andplopped on top of my desk.
I couldn't help but imagine, her bare pussy, rubbing against my desk – mypapers. God, she towered over me. Looking down at me, a wicked grin plasteredacross her face.
Her presumption was quite enough. But, before I could protest, she startedin on me.
"Dr. Anderson, what's this little business with my grades? All my other professorsare on with the program. I give them a little tease. You know, short skirts,tight shorts. I bend over. I open my legs. I bite my lip and pout. Dr. Anderson,I know I'm an attractive girl and I know that you are watching – allof you are. I don't even want to think about what you do when you get home.But you – you sit back and watch the show, but you want it for free."
"Katie, I didn't ask for a show," I said. "As a matter of fact. . ."
She spread her legs, placing her left foot on the arm of my chair and swivelingit so that I was facing her. Her pussy, her bare blonde pussy was only a fewfeet away. I could smell her musky scent.
"What was that Dr. Anderson?" she said. "I didn't hear you."
"I-I-I" I stammered, unable to form a coherent thought.
"I thought so." Katie leaned back. She propped her other foot on the oppositearmrest, trapping my in my chair between her spread legs. She stuck her indexfinger in her mouth and sucked it, wetting it. Then I watch in fascinationas she put it between her nether lips, traced it up and down her wet grove,before plunging it into her dark depths. She let out a purr of contentment.God, she was sexy. I marveled at her self-confidence. I would never in a millionyears dare to put on such a wanton display for a near stranger. Much less anauthority figure.
Katie removed the finger from her pussy, looked my straight in the eye, lickedher lips and smiled. With a jerk, my wheeled chair lurched forward, as shepulled it in with her feet. She now towered over me. She opened her moist pinklips. Her tongue extended. God, she was going to kiss me! And oh how I wantedher to. I opened my mouth to meet her embrace, but instead of her tongue, sheplunged her soiled dirty finger into my mouth.
I could taste the flavor of her sex and her musky scent assaulted my senses.She pushed in and out, fucking my mouth with a finger and then two. Her otherhand made its way to my breast and caressed my nipple through the fabric ofmy sweater. Then she reached for the neck of my sweater. At first, I thoughtshe would reach beneath it, but instead she grabbed it and tugged down.
"Slut," she sneered.
I could hear the fabric rending as she stretched the neck wide and tuggedit over my shoulders.
"Stop!" I protested. I struggled in vain against her, but the neck of thesweater bound my arms.
"Put your arms down," she said. "Or I'll rip it to pieces."
I had no choice but to obey. Not unless I wanted to go home naked from thewaste up. I put my arms to my sides and she continued to tug the sweater downover my shoulders and down to my middle. Once this was done, she pulled eachbra strap over my shoulders, and then she pulled the cups down until it joinedwhat was left of my sweater at my waist.
"Please," I begged. This game had gone way too far. I had lost my head fora moment. Had almost engaged in sex with a student. It was time to end thisdisaster. I was a professor. A married woman. I had no business. No businessdoing this.
She grabbed my nipples and pinched. Hurting me.
"Shut up."
"Katie, please, owww!"
She cruelly twisted.
"I said shut up," she said. "You had your chance to play nice. You couldhave enjoyed the show like all my other professors. But noooo-ooo you had tobe a big shot – a hard ass." She pushed her fingernails into my breastsuntil I cried. "Well, you're not such a hard ass now, are you?"
"No."
She pushed her fingers into my tender flesh, but not as hard as before. "No,Miss White," she said, correcting me.
My face grew warm with indignation. There I was, a college professor, oldenough to be her mother, being forced to submit myself to this monster of agirl. "No, Miss White," I managed to force out.
The fingers on my breasts grew gentle. They caressed them, handling themexpertly. "You know, you kind of remind me of that woman. You know the onein that book you wanted us to read last week? What was her name?"
"I don't know," I muttered, unable to meet her eyes. But in truth, I knewthe answer. I knew as soon as she said it.
She smiled. The fingers on my nipples clamped down hard and pulled them towardmy sides jerking them out, then back in, and out again.
"Hester," I cried. Tears welled, and then streamed down my cheeks. "HesterPrynne."
"That's right," she said. "I'll get it out of you one way or another, soyou might as well get with the program. So, like I was saying, you remind meof that Hester woman. You're both sluts, and like you, she couldn't get withthe program either."
Katie turned around and rummaged through the supplies on my desk. "And whatwas that they did to her?" she asked, turning back around, a magic marker inher hand.
"They made her wear. . ." I couldn't finish, when I realized what Katie meantto do. She had taken the cap of the marker and put the tip to my chest.
"Keep talking. Tell me what they did."
"Please," I begged.
"Tell me." Storms raged behind her cold blue eyes. I had no choice.
"They made her wear a scarlet letter."
And soon I had one too. I now bore a red A on my breasts. She drew it inthick red magic marker, starting from my collar bone and down to my sides,until she could go no further due to my sweater. She crossed the two lineswith a horizontal line that ran from one nipple to another.
"A big letter A, that's right, and what did it stand for?"
"Adulterer," I said. Tears were flowing down my cheeks.
She took the marker and drew again. She started at the A, and then triedto write adulterer, but it was too long, instead I was just labeled an adult.
"No I don't think that was it," she said. "If the word doesn't fit, you don'tknow shit. Oh, I know what it was for. How's this."
Shewrote slut beside the A. "A slut." Then she wrote, bitch. "A bitch." Andthen "whore" then "dyke."
Katie was wrong. I was no Hester. Hester may have been an adulterer, butshe was a good and honest woman. The things Katie wrote on my chest, my breasts,my stomach, even around my nipples. Every label, every slanderous comment,as hateful as they were, they were also true. It seemed as if the worse shetreated me, the more turned on I became. I had soaked my panties and my cuntwas burning hot.
She kissed me and I returned it eagerly. Our tongues danced, with hers leadingmy own.
Katie broke the kiss. "You've got me hot," she breathed. "You want to lickmy pussy?"
"Yes," I said, my voice croaking from my need and desire. Her kiss meltedmy insides and left me trembling.
"Then beg for it you old slut."
I wondered how she could kiss me, then turn around the next moment and beso cruel to me. But, whatever game she was playing, I was destined to see itthrough to the end. "May I – may I please lick your vagina?"
"You better come up with something better than that." She pushed my chairback, slid off the desk, and turned around with her back to me. Taking holdof the hem of her skirt, she slowly rolled her hips seductively, as she raisedher skirt one inch at a time. Her body was perfect.
"I mean just look at me teach. I am fucking hot with a capital H. So youbetter use some of that literature shit and start convincing me that you wantsome of this right here." She leaned forward, so that I could watch as sheran her finger through the lips of her sex.
"Katie, you are so beautiful. You are a blonde Goddess. At statuesque visionof –"
"Mmmmm. . ." Katie groaned, still stroking her sex. "Keep that up. . . youare turning me on. But don't you think you should be down on your knees inthe presence of a Goddess?"
I knelt on the floor beneath her and pulled my arms free from my ruined sweater. "Yesmy Goddess, this humble slave begs your pardon. I can't help but to forgetmy place when I look at your awesome beauty."
"And where is your place professor?"
Katie's finger sped as she masturbated herself. Even her moans were evensexy. She was a goddess, and I was nothing. A college professor who got offon sexual depredation. "At your feet Goddess," I said. "At your beautiful perfectfeet." On my hands and knees, I kissed the tops of her feet, and I too beganto masturbate.
"That tickles," she giggled. Her squirmed sexily.
"Oh Goddess." I moved up to her ankles, her calves, and to the backs of herknees. "I'm kissing your legs - your beautiful long faultless legs."
I continued on my trek as I worshipped her body. "I'm kissing your ass Goddess.Can you feel my unworthy lips pressed against your smooth succulent flesh?"
"Yes," she breathed heavily. "Kiss it teach. Kiss my ass."
I kissed it lovingly, running my face up and down her firm smooth mounds.I could hear the wet sounds of her masturbation. "I am so close Goddess. HowI yearn to taste the nectar of your moist succulent fruit."
I moved to kiss her pussy. Inhaling her heady scent, I would soon be in heaven.
"Not there bitch," she said. "Go back to my ass."
Disappointed, I moved back and trailed kisses along the swell of her bottom.
"So - you think my ass is pretty?" she asked.
"Yes Goddess, everything about you is beautiful."
"Even my asshole?" She grinnedwickedly, and then reached back, a cheek in each hand, and spread them,baring her tiny winking crater.
"Even . . . your asshole." How she could bare herself, show her dirtiestparts so shamelessly was beyond my comprehension.
She stopped masturbating for a moment. It was silent for a few seconds.
"Kiss it then."
"What?" I was mortified by the suggestion.
"I want you to kiss it," she said. "I want you to kiss my dirty asshole oras you say, 'my beautiful asshole."
"Please," I begged. I was hers to command, but how could she ask me to humiliatemyself in such a fashion?
"Do it bitch," she hissed.
God help me, I did. I put my lips to her crinkled flesh and kissed.
"Again." She groaned and began to masturbate as I obeyed.
"Oh God, lick it. Lick it – lick it – lick it – lick mydirty ass you old slut."
I wanted to make love to her. To kiss her. To lay down on a bed with her.This wasn't making love, it was perverse and shameful. I should have stopped.I should have gotten myself together and went home to my husband and cat. Instead,I knelt behind her. . . on the floor of my office . . . and stuck out my tongue.A is for adulterer. I was certainly that. I had been branded by the red magicmarker. A slut. A whore. A slave.
There was another thing A could stand for. The most degrading debasing thingI could think of. I now had my own scarlet letter. My A would be for Ass licker.Katie's Ass licker. I leaned forward and licked my student's asshole – thedarkened flesh of her crater.
"Oh God, I can't believe you are really doing this," Katie moaned. "You area kinky bitch, aren't you teach?"
Yes, I was a kinky bitch. I had expected the task to be unpleasant. But otherthan a slight odor, I relished licking Katie's beautiful ass. The mere thoughtof my submission sent a thrill of pleasure stabbing through my cunt. I lickedharder with her encouragement. I even pressed my face tightly between her firmcheeks and stabbed at her nether opening with my tongue.
"Fuck.. .oh fuck, you dirty – DIRTY – bitch. Ugh – ugh – youare really doing it – fuck it feels good. Oh fuck – more – fuckme with your tongue. Stick you tongue all the way up my filthy asshole"
Her gasps grew ragged and her knees weak. When she collapsed face down onthe desk, I had to hold her in place by her hips. I stuck my tongue out frombetween my lips and pushed my face against her ass, fucking her beautiful bottomwith my tongue.
"Ugh – oh gawd – gawd nasty bitch – ugh – dirty dyke – ohoh- you're making me cum. Fuck – you're making me cum."
Her legs came off the ground and danced in the air as she squealed in pleasure.It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen.
She laid there for a bit, and then she sat back up and tugged her miniskirtback down. Except for a slight flush in her cheeks, she looked as if nothinghad ever happened. Me? I knelt there at her feet, breasts raw and scratched,face damp, sweater ruined.
"You can get back in your chair now," she said.
"Yes ma'am," I replied. The honorific slipped out, but her by her look saidI knew that she noticed.
Her knowing smile suggested that she had picked up on my comment. "It's yourturn now," she said.
I looked at her uncomprehendingly.
"Go on, rub yourself off. Rub your big hairy cunt. You know you want to."
I wasn't going to argue. I did want to. I wanted to so bad it hurt. Besides,she had already seen me do much worse. I unfastened my pants, and made to slipmy hand into my panties.
"No, use your other hand."
I slipped my left hand into my panties, my fingers danced around my clit.It was a clumsy dance, as this hand was unfamiliar with the task.
"That's a good girl," she said, handing me a pen. "Because I have a use forthis one."
I moaned as I had uncontrollable fantasies of pushing the pen inside of her.However, these hopes were dashed as she began to leaf through my grade book.
"Here we are," she said, laying the book down, and then pointing to her name.She moved her finger over to the first grade. A zero. It was hers.
"You know what to do."
I added a one and a zero in front of the grade she had been given.
"And here. And here."
Another and another. I created a whole row of hundreds. I sold out my professionwith every mark of red ink, but I no longer cared. A drop of sweat dangledon the edge of my nose and then fell. It hit my grade book and turned intoa puddle of red. Like blood. Further evidence of my crime.
I felt my body warm. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. Oh God I was soclose. I could feel the tingling start in my toes and fingers.
"You should see yourself." Katie was watching me with amusement. "Your faceis all red and your eyes are bulging out of your head. Your big tits are allsplotchy. You look like such a big doofus."
Her comments drove me over the edge, my orgasm bloomed into full blossom.Oh sweet Jesus it poured through every inch of my body and claimed my soul.I grabbed Katie's hand, and held it to my mouth. I sucked her soiled fingers,cleaning every drop of her honey from each digit.
I opened my eyes after I came down from my orgasm. Katie tilted my head upso that I was forced to look at her.
"I own you now, don't I, Dr. Anderson?" My young student said with a knowingsmile.
'A' was for all. As in all of me. Mind, body, and soul. It was four o'clock,and I was marked for life. I wore my husband's ring, but I belonged to thisgirl, my wonderful wicked student.
"Yes, I am yours. . ."
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