Stuck-Up Bitch

No hope of modesty now, she was blushing on all cylinders. She feared they'd notice how wet she was. Finally the pantie slipped past the knee and fell to the floor.

"Spread your legs, Pussy Cat," ordered Dr. Heppner. He inserted his knees between hers and pushed her thighs further apart. His hand moved to her crotch, probing her pubic hair, labia and clit. Todd started nibbling on her ear. Blushing didn't help anymore. She wanted to kiss Todd, but didn't dare.

"You need to trim your bush," Earl said. "I don't want it shaved, but it has to look nice. Get that done by next week."

"Yes Sir," she groaned.

"Please take off your bra," requested Todd.

She had to untuck her blouse and reach up her back to unfasten the bra. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the garment loose. The arm around her waist got beneath her blouse and copped a feel.

She had girly, C-cup breasts. She didn't need the bra to be sexy.

Suddenly the hands pulled away. "Please beg Dr. Heppner to cum in your mouth."

"Please, Dr. Heppner, Sir. Could you cum in my mouth, pretty please, Sir?" she said with dramatic exaggeration, hiding that she'd rather be sucking off Todd.

Dr. Heppner's exposed organ was standing at full attention before she'd finished her request. The arm around her waist now pushed her off his lap. Todd rose from the chair, moved round to the other side of the table, and opened his laptop. He paid them no attention.

She dropped to her knees in front of the presidential prick, and began licking it. Then she put it in her mouth and started to suck. She'd never given anybody a blowjob before, and figured the most important thing was to keep her teeth out of the way. After that it wasn't hard, and before long she tasted hot, salty cum hitting the back of her gullet. She had no choice but to swallow.

"Now it's my turn," said Dr. Travers. "Stand facing Dr. Heppner's desk." He pointed to the front of the big, mahogany desk. She stood there with her back to the room.

"Spread your legs, but keep your knees straight." She did as directed.

"Now bend over at the waist, keeping your legs straight. Rest your cheek on the desk." Fortunately she'd taken yoga lessons. The desk felt pleasantly cold against her face. She sensed Todd's body heat as he stood inches from her butt, not yet touching.

"Get that pussy in the air. Lift your skirt so I can see." Moving her hand put more weight on her face and bust. She pulled the skirt off her ass.

"You need to get that cunt up. Otherwise I'll end up doing you in the ass." She didn't want that. She stretched every muscle to arch her butt up as high as she could. Now she felt a hard cock along her butt crack, and a hand between her legs exploring her labia. It spread the wetness down her thigh.

Then came the cock, hard as a car's stick shift. Following the fingers, it probed for the hole. Momentarily uncomfortable as it pushed past the door, once inside it felt sooo good. She let out a little yelp. Her hands reflexively moved in front of her to give her support as Todd pumped slowly. She felt hands reach under her blouse to massage her breasts.

She sensed his orgasm coming. More surprising, she felt her orgasm coming. She didn't want that-not with Dr. Heppner watching-but what could she do. As much as she tried not to, she couldn't help but moan. The climax came as great gobs of cum filled her hole, and the relaxing penis gradually withdrew.

Per instruction, she cleaned up Dr. Travers before washing herself. Fortunately Dr. Heppner had his own private bathroom-she didn't need to leave the office suite.

With inspection over and Anna fully dressed, she sat opposite them at table to discuss her tasks for the coming week.

"The rules for this semester are different, Rosy Cheeks," began Dr. Heppner. "First, you are not allowed to wear panties. You must be naked underneath at all times. Dr. Travers will be making spot checks during the week to make sure you obey. Understood?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir."

"And then your skirts must be at least three inches above the knee."

"Yes, Sir. May I ask a question, Sir?"

Dr. Heppner nodded.

"I don't have a car anymore, Sir. I have to walk to work. I can't do that in January in the snow while wearing open-toes shoes, a short skirt, and no stockings or underwear. This won't work, Sir. If I may, please, Sir."

Dr. Heppner looked at Dr. Travers. Dr Travers looked at Anna. Anna looked at Dr. Heppner. Eventually a decision was reached.

"You may wear more substantial clothes while moving from home to work and back again. Then you can change in your office."

"May I ask another question, Sir?"

"Yes you may, Pretty Tits."

"I have no space in my office to hang clothes. There isn't even a hook. And how am I supposed to carry clothes back and forth, along with books and papers to grade, when I don't have a car? Sir?"

Dr. Heppner laughed. "I think I have already solved this problem. The next thing on our list is for you to move your office. I've found space for you that will give you more privacy. It has a back room-plenty of space for a wardrobe. There's even a cot back there so you can entertain Dr. Travers when he gets horny. You need to move this week. Dr. Travers will show you where it is, and I've already made the arrangements."

"Yes, Sir." She didn't like where this was going.

"Changing the subject," continued Dr. Heppner, "what do you know about David Peprin?"

"I know him casually, Sir. He's married to Mary Jean."

"That's what I can't figure out. Why is he married to that ugly, old hag? It doesn't make any sense."

"I don't know, Sir." The question had also crossed her mind, but it was too politically incorrect to articulate.

"Is he gay?"

"No, Sir. Definitely not."

"How do you know?"

"Because of the way he flirts with me since I've changed my wardrobe."

"I've noticed that. He likes to sit next to you at faculty meetings."

"Yes, Sir."

"I want you to seduce and fuck him this coming week."

"What!?"

"I said I want you to seduce and fuck him. Preferably by next Thursday."

"B-b-but, Sir! Mary Jean will be furious if she finds out I'm screwing her husband."

"Precisely," said Earl.

"That stuck-up bitch deserves anything we can throw at her," offered Todd, with more anger than Anna thought he had in him.

"So you're going to tell her I've done this, Sir?" she asked Todd.

Todd looked at Earl, who said "I don't think we'll need to. She's gonna figure that out on her own."

Chapter Seven

Anna's day did not start well. This morning she'd been brought to heel by "Hey, Cushy Tush! Wait up!" It was Todd, twenty feet behind her.

She'd gotten used to the increasingly demeaning, "sexy" nicknames during inspection. But this was on the first floor of Addison Hall, in public. How embarrassing. She looked around, relieved to see that nobody overheard his outburst.

"It's time for a pantie inspection." He reached under her skirt and patted her naked butt. And then, just to make sure no g-string hid in the folds of her labia, he reached round and fingered the crotch. Her face flushed hot.

"Whaddya say?" asked Todd, smiling.

"Thank you, Sir," she muttered with ill-disguised anger.

"You forgot my name."

"Thank you, Dr. Travers, Sir."

"How do you like your new office?"

"It's fine, Sir."

"Good! I may stop by this afternoon to look at it."

"I'm joining Dr. Peprin for lunch today. I might be busy, Sir."

"Oh. OK," he acknowledged with a big grin. "Some other day then. I'll catch you round, Princess Puss."

That, along with classes, meant she was exhausted at the end of the workday. It was late February. A light snow dusted the grass. She donned leggings and boots for the walk home. By the time she stepped outside, dusk had faded into night.

No sooner had she shut her front door and kicked off her boots than the doorbell rang.

"Dr. Heppner! What a surprise."

"Hello, Girlie Pet." He pushed his way through the door without being invited. "What's for dinner?"

"I, -I wasn't expecting company. I cooked a bit of chicken for me, but there's not enough for two. Sir."

"Looks like you'll have to go to the store and get something. Why don't you pick up a bottle of red wine while you're at it."

"Dr. Heppner, Sir, It's snowing, and..."

"Don't worry, Pretty Lips. I can make myself at home while you're gone. It's not a problem."

Anna realized there was no point in arguing with him. She put her boots back on and stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.

She returned with her bag of groceries about 45 minutes later. Sensing something was wrong as soon as she stepped through the door, she noticed her bedroom door was open. A quick glance inside showed that every drawer had been rifled. "Why did you go through my stuff?" she demanded, angrily.

"Careful, Jail Bait. You need to speak to me properly. Remember-it's twenty years in the slammer you're looking at."

"Why did you go through my stuff?" And then she spit it out: "Sir."

"I'm not looking for your stuff, Cutie Thief. I'm looking for mine." He held up a wad of hundred dollar bills.

"Hey! That's my money!"

"No. It's my money. That's $2,000 against what you owe me, Pussy Lips. I knew you were hiding it. And you forgot to address me properly. One more slip like that and you'll get fined. Now get in the kitchen and cook dinner for us."

Anna stared at him furiously while she considered what to do. Maybe twenty years wasn't so bad, after all. And he'd go down with her at this point. Still, after a few seconds she wordlessly turned toward the kitchen, groceries in hand.

"You're a good cook," commented Dr. Heppner when dinner was finally served. "You'd be a good wife for many a man."

"Yes Sir," replied Anna, still way too angry to be flattered.

"What happened with David this afternoon?"

"We had lunch in my office, Sir." She'd enjoyed the lunch. David could entertain. They'd both recently read Mohsin Hamid's new novel about the one-time wealthy man falling for the pretty girl.

"You're quite the pretty girl yourself," said David. "What's come over you, anyway?"

Anna started to take him into her confidence, but thought better of it. The less people knew about her circumstance the better. "I don't want to waste my youth," she said, truthfully.

"Ha! That's not very anti-masculinist of you. Aren't you supposed to sacrifice yourself for the good of your sisters?"

"It's too late for that. They all hate me now. Especially your wife."

"Don't feel bad," said David. "Mary Jean hates everybody-even me. She's always complaining about the other faculty. 'Backstabbing bitches' is how she refers to them."

"I used to think we were friends, but now I can't stand her. She's such a hypocrite."

"I can't disagree."

"Why'd you marry her?"

"To get my job!" answered David, unperturbed by the impertinent question. "It's almost impossible to get hired as a male faculty member. But when you come as a significant other you get special dispensation. But I don't need her anymore-I'm already a full professor. They can't fire me. I got a hell of a lot more talent than all of those women put together."

"I don't doubt it," offered Anna, surprised that she actually agreed with him.

"Did you have sex with him?"

The question interrupted her reverie. "Yes Sir," she answered, hoping Dr. Heppner wouldn't catch her lie.

David had kissed her-she could still feel it on her cheek. The accompanying good-bye embrace was closer than usual. She pressed her bosom against his chest and held the pose for as long as seemly. Somehow they both knew that it would come to sex someday-someday soon-but not now. Now would've turned it into a one-night-stand, which certainly Anna didn't want. Apparently David didn't want it either, for he didn't push the issue.

"What did you do?" asked Dr. Heppner.

"We just fucked. Nothing special, Sir." It seemed he believed her.

"That's what I'd like to do. No reason why Mister Peprin should get all the fun. But you'd better clear the table and wash the dishes first.

"And by the way, the dinner was delicious. You really are a good cook. Thank you!"

She smiled wanly as she reached across the table to grab his plate. She felt him watching her as she worked at the sink. It took her fifteen minutes-thoroughly washing everything, including the pots and pans. But further procrastination was impossible.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

He sat on her bed with her standing between his knees. He wanted to remove her clothes himself, starting with the leggings. That necessitated a thorough investigation of butt and pubes before he actually pulled it off her feet. Of course she wore no pantie underneath.

The skirt quickly followed, and then she felt him kissing her nether lips. It made her hot. He tongued her clit and labia.

He unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom, reaching up to unfasten her bra while the top buttons were still attached. He massaged her breasts without yet being able to see them. But not for long. Soon both blouse and bra were removed and she stood before him naked.

Per instruction she turned off the lights. He stripped naked, crawled into her bed and invited her to join him. Then he pulled her on top of him, and hard as a bull moose, he found the door and pushed inside.

It took him awhile to cum. With more skill he could've made her cum, too. She didn't. He did. Satiated, he fell asleep.

She realized that he intended to spend the night sleeping in her bed. That wasn't the worst of it-no matter what position she assumed, his hand always rested between her legs. It tickled and it excited. It made it impossible for her to get any sleep.

The next morning he rolled on top of her and fucked her again.

Chapter Eight

Pantie inspections became unreasonably thorough. This week she found herself naked, spread-eagled on her back on the floor in Dr. Heppner's office, while Dr. Travers lay on top of her pounding pussy. Somehow it was fun. Dr. Travers was a hunk.

The rest of her life was more stressful. How Mary Jean found out she didn't know. Maybe she hadn't found out-perhaps it was just woman's intuition. But whatever-her distaste had morphed into undisguised hatred. The old lady went out of her way to diss her, insulting her in public. Anna was now ostracized by most of the female faculty.

"How am I ever going to get tenure, Sir?" she asked after cleaning up from pantie inspection. "Mary Jean is chair of the Promotion & Tenure Committee."

"You may have heard that Dr. Travers has received early promotion and tenure," said Dr. Heppner. Anna nodded. "I did that so I could put him on the Promotion & Tenure Committee. So don't worry, Flirty Skirt. Your pussy will be in good hands." He grinned.

"Thank you, Sir." She returned his smile.

"Don't get too excited. Your tenure isn't in the bag yet. You need to carefully follow our instructions this week."

"Yes Sir."

"Do you know Darryl Washington?"

Anna paused to think. The name didn't ring. "No Sir."

"He owns a body shop just east of town, called Action Auto Body. Maybe you've driven by."

She shook her head. "I don't have a car anymore, Sir."

"Hmm," continued Dr. Heppner, looking at Todd. "That's a problem we'll have to solve." Turning to Anna again, he said "You need to seduce and fuck him this week."

"So how am I supposed to do this without a car, Sir?" asked Anna. "And who is this Darryl dude, anyway?"

"That's Mr. Washington to you, Slimy Pants," growled Earl. "I'm surprised you don't know who he is. He's Ellen Riggens' husband."

Anna couldn't resist a smile. "Sir, this will ruin my reputation. Ellen already hates me-this is going to make it much worse."

"That stuck-up bitch deserves everything we can throw at her," Todd exclaimed. "Hell, I'd purposely crash one of my cars to give you an excuse to visit him."

"Stuck-up bitch is right," said Earl. "I can't stand the broad. But now we really do need to worry about cars and transport."

"Turns out I've already worked on that," said Todd. "I put a dent in my pick-up truck last year. Nothing serious. It won't need a paint job, which means they can probably fix it while you wait. Presumably you'll be waiting in Mr. Washington's office. I went and got an estimate on the bill-they quoted me $300. So you offer $200 plus pussy, and hopefully he'll bite."

"I don't have any money, Sir."

For once she told the truth about money. Fortunately Dr. Heppner believed her. "I'll give you $300. But you owe me $100 back. If you can trade it for pussy, so much the better. Otherwise it'll have to come out of your next pay check."

He fished cash out of his wallet and passed it across the table. Anna gulped as she grabbed it. "So how am I supposed to do this, Sir?"

Todd answered. "I've called up and made an appointment for you. It's under your real name-Anna Greten-I've said you're a professor in the English department. The date is this coming Thursday at 2pm."

"Y-y-you used my real name? Sir?"

"Of course, Puta Dear. Revenge won't be as sweet if he doesn't know who you are?"

"But what about my reputation, Sir?"

"What about Ellen Riggens' reputation? Think about that."

Thursday shortly before two Anna pulled into the Action Auto Body Shop lot. Pantie-free, as usual, she sported a flouncy skirt that worked especially sexy when she walked. She wore a lacy bra under a loose, white blouse that could accommodate curious hands.

"I'm Anna Greten," she told the grandma-like receptionist. "I have a 2pm appointment."

"Yes. I see. Please have a seat. We can fix your truck while you wait."

"I need to speak with Mr. Washington before you start. Is he around?"

"He is, but he's kind of busy right now," she said, glancing into the shop.

"It's important that I talk to him."

The receptionist returned with a tall, strong, slightly overweight, Black man in tow. He wiped dirt and grease off his hands as he walked through the door. "Miss Greten, how nice to meet you!" He smiled broadly, genuinely happy. "Ellen's told me a lot about you." He extended a slightly cleaned hand.

"Hopefully good things," Anna laughed, knowing full well it wasn't. "Ellen suggested I bring my car here. But I need to talk to you in your office for a few minutes, if I can. Please?"

"Office? I don't have much of an office."

"Someplace where we can talk privately for a minute."

The "office" turned out to be a large, walk-in closet. It had a small desk at one end, stacked with an adding machine and bookkeeping paraphernalia. At the other end was a bookshelf piled high with catalogs, spare parts, and knick-knacks. In between was a chair and barely enough room for two people to stand. Anna realized that she wouldn't be lying spread eagle on her back-no room for that.

A few minutes later an embarrassed Anna found herself on Mr. Washington's lap. And not just that, but she sat impaled by a very hard, big, Black cock. She'd spent some effort getting it hard. Mr. Washington was by nature a gentleman and would never have pushed himself on her. She had to seduce him, first with her fingers and then with her mouth. But now he was an enthusiastic participant. His oily, Black hands unfastened her bra and played with her boobs. The blouse hung loosely enough to reveal perky tits.

Her skirt hitched up past her thighs, which straddled his hips. "I like the way you trim your bush," he'd said before arousal made speech impossible. "It makes you look like a pro." He reached round under her skirt to pull her pantieless ass closer to him.

Only Anna had leverage to move-she bounced hard to pump the cum out of him. And cum he eventually did-with great gobs of sticky, white goo. Despite her discomfort and embarrassment, Anna couldn't help but share the event-it was as intense an orgasm as she'd ever had. She'd worked hard for it.