Amy and the Professor

Amy and the Professor 2

Home Life:

Temple leaned back into his leather recliner at the end of a long day. His cock was already swelling in anticipation of the evening's performance. His pets would do anything to make him happy; and they were very good at making him happy.

Amy suddenly appeared standing in the doorway at the far side of the room. She melted down to all fours and began a slow crawl towards her master's chair. Each of her hands gripped the pile of the carpet firmly for balance as she swayed her naked rear widely back and forth. Her beautiful dark eyes were locked on her Master. She glanced at his crotch pleased to see that she had already raised his interest. Midway across the room she stopped to spin around and crawl backwards towards her master. She knew Dr. Temple favored her ass above all her other attributes. She gave her ass cheeks a gentle jiggle at the top of each sway. ‘Very nice', thought the Professor.

Just before her ass collided with his knees she stopped; put her forehead on the floor, reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks and implored, “Please master, fuck me tonight, Amy has been such a good girl and she needs her masters cock so bad.” Her hind quarters rotated in great circles. Dr. Temple quietly drew in a long breath and removed his trousers. That's when Pooch appeared in the doorway.

Pooch was the more imaginative of his two pets, and by far, the more dangerous. Amy was still learning about her darker nature; Pooch was totally ruled by hers. The naked woman standing in the doorway didn't need clothes to personify decadence; her face said it all.

“Wait master; Let me make her beg you properly for it; she's not working nearly hard enough. You know I can make the cunt crazy for you.” Pooch moved swiftly across the room, flipped Amy on her back spread her legs and began running fur mitts gently up and down the insides of the surprised girl's thighs. Amy had no fight in her. Pooch could make her cum at the drop of a hat; and her body was already reacting to the teasing.

Within minutes Amy's legs were flailing about while she arched her back to meet Pooch's strokes. Pooch was concentrating on Amy's hairless pussy now and the sensation of the fur running up and down her slit was making her dizzy with lust. Pooch suddenly whirled about, squatting over Amy and presented her pussy doggy fashion to Dr. Temple.

She started a low growl . “Grrrrrr, grrrrrrr, grrrrrr” Arf! Arf . Just as Amy opened her eyes and looked up, Pooch pushed her head into Amy's pussy. Amy's legs shot straight up and she screamed “AaaaaaaHHHHHHHH GOD!!! FUCK YES FUCK YES!!!” Her pelvis slammed down on the rug then up grinding into Pooch's face then down again and up again over and over. All the while sounds of Pooch's muffled canine bark came out of Amy's soaking hole.

Andrew fell to his knees and shoved himself fully into Pooches pussy. Her muffled growls intensified into Amy's box. Leaning forward Andrew grabbed Pooches breasts and shook them furiously. With her titty clamp bells she jingled like a doorbell. “I'm going to fuck your ass next pooch…you want it in the ass girl”

Pooch was beside herself with happiness. She raised her head up for a moment to release an ungodly howl then fell right back into Amy's snatch. Amy mind was hardly in the room anymore. Pooch's tongue was driving her insane. After all it was Pooch who trained her over the past months…Pooch knew every sensitive spot on her body; and she had learned to play Amy like an instrument.

Meanwhile Andrew pulled out of Pooch's pussy and poured oil liberally all over her back. He rubbed it into her ass crack with a rapid twisting of his hand. Two fingers found her asshole and he slipped them in much to Pooch's delight. She was vibrating and clenching Amy's thighs for support. Dr. Temple furiously frigged her ass with the fingers of one hand and rubbed the oil up and down her back with the other.

Soon he positioned his cock head at the opening of Pooch's ass.

“Go ahead …make her beg for it Pooch!!!” Then he plowed himself into her ass.

Pooch screamed at Amy…”You heard him bitch….beg for it” Amy let loose a torrent of pleading profanities. “Yes fuck me, please make me cum like a little slut…fuck me soooo good Pooch pleeeeaaase!!!”

Pooch ran her tongue up and down from Amy's clit to her asshole and back, pausing every once in a while to shove he tongue deep into her swollen slit, growl and shake her head furiously back and forth. Amy was gurgling in delirium and lost count of how many times she came.

Now Andrew had to come. He pulled out of Pooch's ass pushed her aside and straddled Amy's head between his knees. “Suck it out Amy, suck it out” Amy couldn't help but smile at her small victory over Pooch. She raised her head to suck the Professor fully into her mouth and moaned with increasing intensity to stimulate his member. It would not take long. Mischievously, Pooch shoved a finger up Temple 's ass and began to message his prostate. That pushed him over the top. Amy was rewarded with gobs of sperm shot out in several wrenching spasms. “UUUUhhhhhhhhhhh Swallow it Amy, swallow it Amy!!!” After Amy sucked out every last drop of his semen Temple turned towards Pooch and gave her a gentle kiss.

Lying in a heap of limbs on the floor, no-one moved or spoke for minutes, the only noise, was the sound of their breathing. After a time the professor called out, “food”, the two young women jumped up and ran towards the kitchen. Soon he heard the rattling of pots and pans, “I am just too fuckin' lucky to live.” He thought.

The Party:

Faculty parties were to be avoided whenever possible. No good ever comes of a faculty party. Dr Temple pretty much stopped attending them as soon as he got tenure and that was more than 10 years ago. Still, when the Department Chair, Dr. Pitt, strongly recommended attendance; it was always politically wise to at least make an appearance.

Two surprises waited for Temple that night at the party. The first was to find that Dr. Pitt had stocked the bar with a decent Single Malt Scotch and the second was meeting Dr. Pitt's new wife.

Standing in front of him; she flashed a dazzling smile at Temple and shook his hand. He felt her slip a small piece of paper into the palm of his hand.

“Hello, Dr. Temple I've waited so long to meet you, Charles has told me much about you…all good things.” She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly and chuckled. It was some time ago but; they had met before, in fact they knew each other very very well.

“She's right Andrew … only good things… only good things.” Charles pulled his tall beautiful wife closer to his side. “We've got to mingle; but we look forward to chatting with you later.” Charles and Angela spun around and walked off. Angela looked back over her shoulder just long enough to catch Temple 's eye and run her tongue slowly around her full lips.

Temple stood watching her extraordinary ass sway back and forth under her silk dress as she walked off with Charles. She knew he was watching her and he knew she knew he was watching. “I think my life has just become more complicated”, he whispered under his breath. Slowly he looked down into his cupped hand at the crumpled slip of paper Angela had managed to pass to him. It read, “Any room in the kennel for an old pure breed master?”

Driving home the professor's mind raced wildly with possibilities… Amy was off to school in Boston in a few weeks. She would only be back for Holidays and school breaks. Pooch would need a new playmate before long. She required too much of his attention when she didn't have sub to toy with. Still, the idea of keeping the Dean's wife as a fuck slut seemed too risky even for him. His mind drifted off trying to determine how to integrate Angela into his lifestyle. She would no doubt be worth (he knew she would be worth it) but he just couldn't seem to come up with an arrangement that would fit.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that his mind presented him with a solution. He shot up in bed and called out, “Roger, of course, Roger!!”

“Master?” Pooch called from her crate at the foot of the bed.

“It's nothing Pooch; back to bed.” Temple rolled over and soon managed to fall off to sleep.

The Toad:

Angela could not wait for the party to end. “Leave the cleanup for the Caterer” she instructed Charles.

“Let's get upstairs…now!” Angela grabbed Charles by his arm and practically lifted him up the stairs and down the hall towards their bedroom. All night long her mind had played back tapes of her old sessions with Temple . She was now hornier than she had been in weeks.

No sooner had the door closed behind them than Charles; reading her mood accurately, fell to his knees, clasped his hands behind his back and stared down at the floor.

“I need a lot of work tonight my little toad. Better loosen up your tongue or your ass cheeks will be one big blister before I'm through with you.” Angela tore at her clothes and presented herself in heels and stockings inches away from her nervous spouse.

“I'm going to grab the back of your head toad…what are you going to do?” Angela towered over Charles.

“I'm going to eat your pussy Mistress.” The Toad's eyes stayed fixed on the floor.

Angela delivered a vicious blow to the side of her victim's head. “Try again idiot.”

Charles struggled to keep his balance but cried out “I'm going to eat your pussy so good you'll cum all over my face mistress…I'll make you cum so good you'll squirt all over me.”

Angela snickered; grasped Charles by his hair and literally thrust his head into her snatch. Bending at the knees she pulled him deep into her crotch and rotated his head like it wasn't attached to his body. For all intents and purposes he was just an animated dildo; but he knew better than to be passive. Charles' tongue was a whirlwind of activity. He didn't know much about muff diving when he met Angela but within a few weeks of their marriage Angela had turned him into a world class pussy licker. His tongue had grown so proficient that she had taken to calling him ‘Toad'.

From time to time Angela would pull his head out to let him gasp for air and encourage him to work harder. “You'll have to do better than that or I'll suffocate your worthless ass with my pussy…understand?”

Charles didn't have time to respond before his reply was buried in her cunt lips. “Ummmphhh Yes…mmmmphhh…. Mistress.”

Within minutes Angela's head was cocked back and she stared straight up at the ceiling. Gurgling sounds came out of her throat. Rotating her pelvis faster and faster just short of losing her balance she felt the waves building… her cunt tickled in anticipation of the coming deluge. Just as she lost control her mind flashed back to an old image of Dr. Temple…fucking her doggy style and making her howl and bark like a bitch in heat while her roommate stared in her face and urged her on to her first ‘squirting' orgasm. The imagery took her over. Her knees collapsed, she fell forward onto her husband, jerking and twitching as her pussy spewed streams of cunt juice all over his face and onto the rug. “ Lick it toad…lap it up … suck up my juices ….Ahhhhhhhhhh…….”

Charles, on his back now pulled up his head, pushed it into her bush and licked and lapped and swallowed like a man who knew the consequences of not making his mistress happy. When the spasms finally stopped; Angela rolled over onto all fours into a doggy position. This was a position she had not taken in years. She cocked her head back and released a throaty howl. Charles stared in surprise. He thought he had seen all of his wife's idiosyncrasies…it occurred to him now that perhaps he had much more to learn about her. It occurred to Angela that it had been too long since she was doggy fucked by a good strong Dominant.

Roger:

Roger and Andrew went back; way back to being roommates at Columbia College in NY. Andrew attended on a partial academic scholarship and Roger was there on a partial affirmative action scholarship. Early in their relationship Andrew made the mistake of assuming Roger was a “disadvantaged” Afro-America. Roger soon disabused Andrew of any notion that he was disadvantaged. True enough, Roger did not have the grades to get into Columbia without special consideration but once he got in he took off like a rocket. Andrew watched in amazement as Roger proceeded to plant himself at the top of the Dean's list and stay there until he graduated with high honors. The real accomplishment was that he managed to do it while he holding a triple major. Physics, Computer Science, and Pussy.

Over the years they developed a deep friendship based on just a few common interests. They were both academic demons…competing with each other and everyone else all the time. The were both pretty much universally shunned by most of their classmates. Roger did not hang out with the other black students and Andrew did not hang out with the other white students. They just hung out with each other…for four years. And finally there was their mutual total commitment to ‘non-traditional' sex.

Their dorm room was a three ring circus of coed's. Neither Andrew nor Roger could believe their success with women. They didn't seem to have to work at it. They assumed that word simply ‘got out'. Roger was just plain gorgeous…tall coffee colored…athletic and he talked a great line of bullshit. Andrew was blessed with what is often called ‘Command Presence” women just took orders from him because his bearing simply made them believe they should. It was a gift that honed to great expertise over the following years. For four years they were like foxes in a hen-house. It was a wonder that either of them managed to graduate. But they did, at the top of their class and they also managed to keep in touch long after their dorm days.

Roger was ecstatic to finally get a phone call from his old friend. But he felt obligated to give Temple a well deserved ration of shit. “I should be really pissed at you. I called you when I moved into town over two months ago and this is the first chance you've had to give me a call back? If I had a friend named Andrew Temple; and I'm not sure I do anymore, I think he would have called me back sooner…what do you think?

“Alright, alright my bad…OK…OK I should have called much earlier and I apologize. I was an asshole. Forgiven?” Andrew's guilt was not false. He really intended to contact Roger weeks ago; but he was bad at that kind of thing and Roger knew it.

Roger let the line go silent for a few thoughtful moments before replying, “You're forgiven asshole. When do you want to get together, I have big news…big news. I can't wait to tell you.”

That's all it took. In two days they were having drinks after dinner in the bar at Rogers 's new house and carrying on like they were still roommates. Andrew could not be happier with the big news of his friend's success. It seems he was one of the smart computer people who made a fortune in the dot com boom. He was also one of the few really smart computer people who got out of the dot coms with his money before they imploded. Now, as he put it he was “a man of leisure, looking for… amusement.” Temple knew that for Roger ‘amusement' was code for ‘pussy'.

“So Roger, are you getting enough amusement?” Andrew looked at his buddy through a huge Brandy snifter.

“Never!” Roger burst out laughing….”You know me…never”.

“Well I may have something of interest for you…”

“Wait a moment Temple …I think you need to know, my tastes have grown pretty eclectic since our college days. I haven't had anything near vanilla sex in decades, so don't even think about hooking me up with one of your hottie academics.”

Andrew put down his glass….”Whoaaa, I knew it…you pervert…you've succumbed completely to the dark side haven't you!”

Roger fired back. “O yeah, and you, you're normal right? I remember seeing you untie more than one shell shocked little blonde from your bed at Columbia and watch them run out of the room screaming.”

Andrew decided to bring his friend fully up to speed. Over several more Brandy snifters he told Roger how his fascination with BDSM has grown to be his major preoccupation over the years. Roger particularly liked Andrews's co-ed enlistment process.

“So that's why you decided to teach…you followed your cock!” Roger shook his head back and forth disapprovingly. “You were too bright to stay in Academia.”

“…and you…Mr. interracial fuck fest…what besides shaved white pussy occupies your intellectual life?”

“Whoaaaa low blow my friend… but first off…don't knock the interracial buzz until you've had some stuck up racist white bitch clamp her legs around your waist screaming “fuck me nigger fuck me nigger”….whew!!! Heady Freudian stuff there bubba!” Roger closed his eyes to lose himself in a memory.

“Roger…Roger…discipline motherfucker…we're talking about what you are up to these days.”

Temple brought Roger's Brandy saturated brain back into the room.

Roger reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed “Perhaps I should show you.” He stood slowly and said “Follow me…bring you drink.”

The house was surprisingly large. Dark wood paneling, oriental rugs, artifacts from Rogers's years of travel overseas crowded the rooms so much they seemed deceptively small. But after an endless maze they arrived at the dimly lit ‘library', Andrew was ready to sit and down another drink.

Roger fell into a well worn lazy boy, pointed at Andrew's drink and asked, “Need to freshen that up?”

“Yeah but I'm going to need a map if I have to go back to the bar.” Alex planted himself on a couch across from Roger.

Roger laughed. “You won't need a map.” He leaned forward to shake a small bell on the coffee table.

“A butler, Roger? Have you morphed into a bourgeois negr…” Temple 's words caught in his throat.

Roger relished the shock evident in his friend's face.

Two statuesque women had suddenly appeared in the room. Each stood at least six feet tall. Both wore black Victorian girdles that cinched their waists to impossibly small sizes while pushing up their generous breasts to perfection. Their nipples were swollen and stuck out like thumbs. Silver chains looped from titty rings to nose rings. Matching silver page boy wigs, tattoos, and net stockings clinging to each long leg completed the picture. These women were clearly hard core long term sex pets.

“You can close your mouth now Alex.” Roger held back a heavy chuckle. “Samantha, please refresh Dr. Temples drink.”

One of the women turned and quickly left the room. Temple followed her wonderfully round and naked ass as it disappeared down the corridor.

“Tabitha, my friend is a bit tense…would you please show him how we welcome new guests.”

The other ‘statute' turned towards Alex and approached him slowly; like a predator. Her shaved pussy revealed two clit rings; they glistened in the dim light. Staring down at the professor in his chair, she slowly pulled off her wig and tossed it to the floor. Her shaved head stunned Alex, but only for a moment; in a few seconds he could see that hair would actually detract from her beauty.

Tabitha fell to her knees; still staring at Alex. She placed a finger in her mouth and sucked on it with loud slurping sounds…then she slid it into herself emitting a long low moan.

“Would you like to fuck me sir?” Tabitha's whole body began to rotate around her finger. It was an amazingly erotic movement. “I am a wonderful fuck sir.”

“Do you like this slut sir?” Alex watched breathless as the woman increased her speed to churn herself into an orgasm. It appeared it would not take her long. “Look at how much I love to fuck sir”

“I'll squirt for you sir”? Tabitha's controlled monotone amid the now chaotic movements of her body added to the erotic intensity. “I'd love to squirt on your cock sir.”

“I'm going to come sir…I'm going to come good for you…I'm AAHHHHHAHHHHHHHH”

The sudden throaty scream took Alex completely by surprise.

Tabitha suddenly fell over on her side frigging herself like a woman possessed. Her body coiled and recoiled itself into a fetal position too many times to count. A torrent of pussy juice confirmed her orgasm as she clutched herself to stop the jerking spasms that were racking her frame.

Moments later while Tabitha lay before Temple catching her breath, Samantha appeared and poured more Brandy into his empty snifter.

Alex looked across the room at Roger…his head spinning with possibilities. All he could say was

“Damn Roger, DAMN!!!”

“I have six of them.” Roger grinned. “You wouldn't believe the fucking gyno bills.”