Dr. Giordano’s Office

Poring over the submitted papers, I heard but the tiniest of voices from behind me.

“Professor Giordano?”

Sitting in my office chair I turned around slowly. Pale delicate skin, long platinum hair with a slight wave to it, stood the prize of my class, Violet Evans, a promising psychology student. Her ambitions were high and the amount of effort she put into her compositions were borderline over the top, nonetheless they were thorough and more importantly accurate.

“Ms. Evans, what can I do for you?” Why if it isn’t the beauty of the front row. Always wearing sheer leggings and bending at the waist to pick up her bag. I can’t help but notice she wears only thongs. Lord only knows what I’m thinking about. Thank goodness.

“Actually, Dr. Giordano, I’m a little confused about something you had said in today’s lecture. You said,” She looked at her copious notes and dug out the words, “’that human sexuality spans across a spectrum,’ I was wondering if you could explain that a little further to me.”

I found this a little hard to believe. In this course of “Human Sexuality” Ms. Evans has shown not only more than enough proficiency, but even a, how do I put it, eagerness. Her papers are less like reports and more like works of art. Her deion of the phases of development and the categorization of sexuality is nothing like I’ve ever seen in any of my students. So her coming to me with this question seemed a bit beneath her. God the things I would love to do to his little angel. She seems so naïve, but I get a feeling there is something more.

Paolo Giordano scratched his beard, “Ms. Evans, what do you think I meant by that?” Using a pedagogical exercise of inquiry based learning I wondered how she might respond.

“Well, Dr. Giordano, I think what you are getting at is that everyone falls on the line of very prudish to very deviant.” I nodded looking down taking in what she was saying. “We were talking about paraphilia today, but I guess what I was wondering is how do we define deviant?” She put the last word in air quotes.

“Well, Ms. Evans, that is something personal to everyone’s own moral compass. What some might find as exciting and adventurous others might call boring. On the other end, what some might call very vanilla, if you will, to others it’s considered deviant.”

“That still doesn’t make sense, Dr. Giordano. Where do the extremes end?” Violet seemed to have a very concerned look on her face. She seemed to be having an internal conflict, but I couldn’t tease it out, not ethically anyways. I wonder what she is getting at.

“Let’s put it this way, on one end of the spectrum there is puritan abstinence, and utter celibacy. I think we can both agree that that would be the extreme end of the how you say ‘prudish’ pole.” Violet agreed readily. “Now on the other pole, think of the most dastardly deeds you can conceive of: necrophilia, bestiality, pedophilia, et cetera.” I’m not one to judge, many people have their own particular flavors. I am a mandated reporter, but to each his own. I certainly have no moral high ground from which to preach.” Despite myself I gave a little chuckle. Oh shit did I just give too much?

“So what you’re saying is the depths of depravity are more or less limitless?”

“More or less, yes.” Phew, I don’t think she caught it.

“Thanks, Dr. Giordano I was so confused by that.” She bent over and afforded me a generous viewing down her low cut tank top that housed her ample pert breasts. Not huge by any means, but something I’d love to stick my fat ten inch cock in between. I felt my member start to stir and slither its way down my trousers, lifting them as it burrow down the side of my leg. She briefly looked up and looked at my lap, my eyes never leaving her breasts and head. I saw a faint grin cross her face, and she stood back up and dropped her pencil which fell behind her. She turned around and bent over to pick up revealing the neon green thong. I could see the Victoria’s Secret logo peering back at me like an eye in a peephole. My cock was no longer snaking it was full mast, and I gave it a little squeeze just to make sure not all my blood went to it. This girl! Fuck what I wouldn’t do to make her mine.

“Thanks, Dr. Giordano, you were a big help.” She smiled widely and pulled her hair behind her ear and gave a sweet grin. She turned and kind skipped giving her ass that nice little jiggle I love to see in my own preference. Her Ugg boots sprang with each step as she made her way out of the corridor that led to my office. I closed my door, and had to breathe deeply for a minute. I gave my now unruly cock a few tugs on his uncircumcised prick, and a bit of precum seeped into my boxers. Fuck!

In The Hallway

Oh my god, that was such a rush! Violet thought to herself as she was walking down the hallway to leave the building. I’m pretty sure I saw that big swinging dick of his crawling down his leg. Each step Violet took made her vulva swell just a little bit more, and she felt her clit become more stimulated with each passing of her soft thighs. I’d love to have just gotten down on my knees right then and there and taken him in my mouth. I’m going to have a good masturbation when I get home.

As she was leaving she ran into one of her classmates, John, cute and flirty.

“Hey Violet, what’s up?”

“Oh nothing just got done talking to Dr. Giordano about his lecture.”

“His lecture was pretty out there, wasn’t it? ‘Everybody is on a spectrum’ pfft I don’t know if I agree with that, but hey, he’s the doctor, right?” John laughed a little.

“Yeah,” God, won’t he shut up!? I have to take care of this!

“Hey, I’m done with classes, you wanna Netflix and Chill? I got some beers.”

This could be interesting, “Sure, I’ll follow you.” Maybe I can hit two birds with one stone with this one: drunk and fuck.

She followed John to his apartment, and he let her in. It was well kept for a bachelor pad. There were still clothes strewn about the place, but nothing like she was expecting.

“Wanna grab a couple drinks out of the fridge and I’ll get the program on?”

“Sure.” She walked into the kitchen and reached into his shoddy little fridge. Mostly empty except for some leftover pizza, condiments, and beer. She grabbed two and walked into the living room. He already had a movie playing.

“Scarface, huh, it’s a classic,” classic like a plain baked potato, boring. But I’m not really here for the movie, am I?

She got sat down on the sofa, and John plopped down next to her, cracked open his beer and took a long swig. Violet kicked off her boots and tucked her legs up under her, and snuggled next to John. He put his arm around her.

“There you go, get nice and comfortable.” John encouraged her. She gave him a little smile and popped open her beer and took a sip. After fifteen minutes into the movie they were already making out. John had his hand on the back of her head, and was pulling it into him. His other hand was draped over her thigh gently caressing and groping her soft plump ass. Violet was rubbing John’s now hard cock through his jeans. She pulled away from him with a devious smile on her face and began moving her head down his body. Let’s see what I’m working with here.

She slinked down to her knees in front of John and unbuckled his jeans and undid his zipper. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. John lifted himself up to give her some help getting them down. A dumb grin splayed across his face. She worked his pants and boxers down, and he sprang free. A decent sized seven inch cut cock stared back at her. Not as large as she was hoping and cut. She inwardly frowned but at least it’s kind of thick and nicely shaped.

Her icy blues eyes looked into his frosty green eyes and she looked back at his fat mushroom head. She gave it a quick couple tugs, and licked the tip. John heaved a sigh and let his head drape over the back of his sofa. Violet leaned in again, and took him into her mouth. The rigid velvety texture of his cock glided into her mouth with practiced ease. She had been sucking cock since she was in middle school, and somehow avoided all the horrible rumors. It helps that she wasn’t very well known in public schools, kind of considered weird at times for her interesting in people’s behavior, and going off on tangents about it. People tended to stay away from her as she seemed to know what people were all about before they could get two words out. Most boys wanted blowjobs, and she was happy to accommodate. Their silence for her services, and they were true to it. They didn’t need to boast, as many times it was in controlled environments. Sometimes everyone at one time, so it couldn’t spread, it was self-contained. No pictures or videos, and no talking about it. Rules were rules, and as long as they got theirs they could return time and time again without question. So John was able to reap the benefits of mastery she had developed over her five years of sucking cock.

This however had it downside because after five minutes she could already feel the hot salty cum flush into her mouth. Well that was a bit underwhelming.

“Wow, how did you get so good at that?” John’s face said it all, he got what he wanted.

“Practice,” Violet responded with a little bit of frustration under the surface. She downed the rest of her beer to get the taste out of her mouth. “Well, I should probably get going, papers and reading galore.”

“Oh really? Well, alright. Thanks for coming over.” He got up and walked her to the door. At least he’s a gentleman to this degree. He opened the door for her and she walked out, gave a quick smile and wave goodbye and left.

In her car, she couldn’t get home fast enough she desperately needed to relieve herself, John’s complete lack of initiative had her beyond frustrated. Images of Dr. Giordano danced in her mind. Her pussy pulsed and the car felt like it was moving too slow even though she was driving at least eight over the speed limit the whole way.

When she got home, she flung herself onto her bed, stripped out of her leggings, and grabbed her Hitachi wand, which was ready and waiting, never disappointing. She flipped the switch and pressed it against her awaiting lips. Bzzzzzzz, the toy called her, and beckoned for an orgasm out of her. She imagined Dr. Giordano grabbing her in his office, and pulling her in for a tight kiss. She pictured him forcing her to her knees, grabbing her by the head with both of his strong hands, his hairy forearms rippling and his grip tightened and he fucked her mouth. She dreamt of him bending her over his desk, pulling down her leggings and giving her asshole a tongue lashing, his beard tickling her soft cheeks then filling her up with that anaconda in his pants. She could almost feel it, as the wand brought out a strong orgasm, making her pussy convulse and her body tighten and spring back and forth as release finally came. Her fantasies will just have to stay like that a fantasy. She felt fortunate that she had Dr. Giordano every day of the week in his various psychology classes. She thought of what she ought to wear tomorrow to tease him.

Dr. Giordano’s Classroom

“Make sure you read chapter 6 on external influences.” Professor Giordano ended his lecture with his usual for-next-class reminders. Violet in the front row again—wearing a pleated skirt no less. If I didn’t know any better I’d swear she was flashing me her pink panties on purpose.

Violet bent over as usual and her short skirt gave Paolo a view his cock couldn’t ignore. This girl really needs a spanking.

“Good evening, Professor Giordano. I loved today’s lecture.” Violet chimed, her cheery voice singing in the bustling classroom.

“I’m glad you liked it, Ms. Evans, now if you’ll excuse me, I must be getting to another class.”

“Of course, can I walk with you? I had some more questions.”

“Yes, of course, Ms. Evans. How may I help?” His baritone voice brusque with fluster as this hot little vixen rode on his coat tails.

As they talked, it became apparent to Dr. Giordano that her line of questioning was her seeking validation for some illicit behaviors. Paolo could get in trouble for this, but his long cock was leading the way. “Ms. Evans, this weekend I have a bit of free time, why don’t you come to my home, and I’ll show you my… research notes, and I can show you just how far the rabbit hole goes.” Fuck, will she cry creep and rape, #metoo? Or will she take me up on it?

“That sounds good, just email me the address, and I’ll be over.” She smiled widely.

“How about you just give me your number and I’ll text you the address.” She took the bait.

They exchanged numbers and went along their day. It was Friday. Violet couldn’t wait for her date with Professor Giordano.

Professor Giordano’s Home

Five o’clock he’s expecting me to be there. She looked at the clock it was noon, and she was full of nerves and excitement. Violet took a nice long bath, and scrubbed herself thoroughly. She wanted her pale skin as soft as snowflakes. Never mind her wanting to melt at his touch like one too. She giggled to herself. She showered off and used her fragrant Victoria’s Secret Love Spell soaps and lotions. She didn’t want to just tease him tonight; she wanted him to really notice her. She put on a black lacy thong body suit, garter belt, and stockings. She shimmied into a conservative, but form fitting ivory bodycon dress. She wore glossy ivory colored six inch stilettos with straps. Violet easily spent about an hour on her makeup, wanting it to be just right. Accessorized with a simple chain and pendant, it was four thirty, looked at herself one more time in her full-length mirror, nodded to herself, turned and left her home never to be the same.

Professor Giordano was adamant about timeliness, so she arrived just a few minutes early, passing the large brick fence with a wordy sign on it that she couldn’t quite read. She got to the house and waited in her car, taking in the scenery. Doctor Giordano’s home was rustic, and looked small. Out in the county, there were trees, and acres of forest that stretched far. His home was simply decorated, but well-manicured. There was a lawn of light green grass that pooled to the left of the driveway and curved around to the back yard. Great big Douglas fir trees sprang up in bark garden in various spots in his front yard. She checked her makeup one last time opened her door and proceeded to the heavy looking wood door with the frosted glass windows. She rang the doorbell as instructed. A figure came weaving back and forth in the frosted glass and the knob turned. Dr. Giordano stood tall. He was wearing black jeans, a lavender button-up shirt with his sleeves partly rolled up. One of his meaty hairy forearms was sticking out of one pocket and the other on the handle of his door gesturing Violet in. He wore a toothy genuine smile, his beard freshly trimmed. He was wearing Smartwool socks and stepped back gesturing her in.

“Wow, Ms. Ivory,” his buttery voice spreading over her quite easily, “You look positively stunning!” Holy fuck! She owns clothes like this?

“Thank you, Dr. Giordano. I hope I’m not putting you off.” Shit, I overdressed!

“Please, call me Paolo. In my own home, titles have different meanings.” He gave her a wry smile.

What does he mean by that? “Of course, Prof- Paolo… Mmmmm something smells delicious.”

“Have you eaten, Ms. Evans?” I know you smell scrumptious, Love Spell?

“Please call me Violet,” getting familiar with him are we? “What is that?”

“Nothing too over the top, just a tofu stir fry” Maybe I should’ve gone with chicken?

“Tofu stir fry? That sounds delicious!” I was expecting steak, judging by his outward appearance, but I guess he’s sensitive? “Are you vegetarian?”

Paolo barked a laugh, “Heavens no, it’s just what I made tonight.”

They made their way to the kitchen, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Violet asked.

“No, you just get comfortable, and sit down. I’ll take care of everything tonight.”

Violet went into the indicated dining room and started getting a sense that there was much more to the house than the outside appearance gave off. The inside was very well maintained, but not overly decorated. There was a simple pleasure being in the house that had few decorations and most surfaces were more for practicality than aesthetics. She sat down at the table already set for two and sipped from the water glass already in place. There were wine glasses as well. The savory smells of garlic and rice wafted into the dining room, and Paolo came in with the serving tray and a bottle of white wine.

“How old are you, M- Violet?”

“Nineteen,” she responded politely.

“Can you keep secrets?” Paolo indicated the wine with a canary in the mouth grin.

“I can if you can.” She said with a similar conspirative grin.

“Good, let’s eat then!”

They wined and dined for the next hour or so, talking about various topics in contemporary psychology laying heavily on the human sexuality content.

“I just find it funny that there is a sliding scale of what is right and wrong in the realm of sexuality. Call me a hedonist, but I feel like it’s all good.” Oh boy, the wine must be giving me a loose tongue.

“Is that right? I guess you could say, I’m a bit of a hedonist myself.” He felt his cock begin to stir.

“How so, Dr. Giordano?”

“If I may get a bit vulnerable with you, Violet, you’ll notice I’m not married. Do you have any romantic interests?” Paolo asked with a prying expression on his face. I wonder if anyone will be looking for her.

“I have flings here and there, but nothing serious, no.” She responded. Why would he ask that?

“Well my interests, are somewhat more than just a bit colorful. They captured me when I was younger, and now I’m bound to them.” Time to take the leap.

“What do you mean, will you show me?” This is getting interesting.

“Follow me.” He said without any ceremony, a simple command.

“What about the dishes?”

“Don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of them later.”

He led her down the hall to a doorway. The door opened up to a set of stairs that led to a rec room with a large blank matte white wall. On the opposite wall there was a projector and gaming system. A bar constructed on the other wall opposite from the gaming system. Paolo poured himself and her two glasses of wine, and handed on to Violet.

“This is but the surface of my pleasures.” He made a sweeping motion across the room. Upon further investigation, she saw that there was a nook with a variety of musical instruments including a piano, cello and guitar, as well as what looked like recording equipment. Violet took long drinks from her wine. It tasted amazing. He spoke the whole time, his brassy voice, soothing to her ears, she could listen to him talk all night long. He led her to another room and in here there was a pool table, and various bar signs. She took another sip of the sweet wine. In the next room, was a crafts room with a variety of fabrics and materials, with different sewing machines and construction and a closet heaped with fancy looking clothes. She upended the glass and continued following Paolo. His voice began to become muddled and distant. Her eyes began to feel heavy. She saw Dr. Giordano approach her and oblivion.

Location Unknown

Violet came to, her head swimming and bleary.

“Where am I?” she groggily asked no one in particular. She was in a dark purple room with much black on the walls. She couldn’t see very clearly from the sleep. Memories of before the blackout crashed into her mind. Dr. Giordano’s, dinner, drink… Did I drink too much? Does he think I’m alcoholic? Why can’t I move? It had just occurred to Violet that her wrists and feet were bound to what looked like a leather-padded sawhorse. She still had her clothes on, but her legs were spread apart, and her dress hem was creeping dangerously close to the bottom of her round ass. “Hello? Dr. Giordano?” She listened carefully but heard nothing. She began testing the restraints, but to no avail. They were metal, but there was leather lined them so it didn’t dig too hard into her supple skin. Dr. Giordano walked in through a door behind her.

“Ah, Ms. Evans, you’re awake. Good.”

“What’s going on? Why am I tied up?”

“You asked me to show you.”

“Show you what?”

“What I enjoy.”

“What? I didn’t mean like this! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone I swear.”

“Oh, my dear Violet Evans, I can’t do that now.” Paolo softly laughed to himself. “We’re in too deep.”

“What do you mean, ‘we can’t’? I didn’t sign up for this.”

“Oh but you did, didn’t you see the sign out front that said ‘Crossing this threshold is agreement that the owner of this property is not liable for any injury incurred during your time spent on the property,’?”

“What sign? That little sign that’s impossible to read? How could anyone read that?”

He slapped her hard in the face. “Now you listen to me, you little slut,” his voice suddenly becoming vicious, “you’re mine now. You wanted me to show you what I’m about? Well, you’re about to see well. You’ve had it coming for a long time now. The way you dress like a twenty-first century whore. Oh, my sweet Violet, for as smart as you are, you are quite stupid for willingly coming into my lair.”

“Please I promise I-”

He slapped her again, “you’re right, you do promise. This can be very troublesome for the both of us or you can concede to me, and do as I wish. The choice is yours, but you will submit one way or another.”

Panic creeped up Violet’s chest and tighten around her throat. Bound to the saw horse, she saw her options were limited. She heaved a sigh and started to cry. “Please…don’t do this,” she almost whispered.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ms. Evans. From now on you call me, ‘Sir’ as in yes Sir or no Sir. Is that clear?”

Her tears turned into heavy drops of rain on the sawhorse. Paolo, exasperated walked over to the dark purple wall and pulled off a stick of a sort from it.

WHACK!

Violet howled in pain as stinging welts formed under her black stockings, her tears doubled and became heavy sobs.

“This won’t do, Ms. Evans,” he gently grabbed the hem of her tight dress and pulled it up above her ass revealing the bottom of her bodysuit. “What have we here? A whore’s uniform?” He stood back and held the cane like a samurai sword, cocked it up in the air and released. It sailed through the air with a whistle.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

With every stroke harder than the last, the searing in Violet’s now reddened cheeks were becoming numb. She actually found herself becoming somewhat aroused when on the last stroke rather than a shriek the wind of a moan escaped her lips.

“Now, slut, do you understand the situation?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. WHACK! Doctor Giordano slapped her hard across the face.

“Sir, I mean, YES Sir!” she wailed. She began to cry from the pain.

“There there my sweet thing, it’s not all bad. I hope you saved room for dessert.” He was in front of her, he began to unbuckle his belt and loose his jeans. He doubled over a little to make some room for his fully erect hugely thick uncut beast to stare her point blank in the face. Violet was in awe. She’d never seen one so huge, it was mesmerizing. She was rendered speechless. “Never seen on this size, eh?”

“No Sir” she automatically said without thought.

He chortled quietly, “open up” he ordered. Lost in thought, and in cock, Violet didn’t respond right away. THWACK! The searing fire erupted on her ass again and she winced at it. “Open your mouth, you fucking slut!”

She opened her mouth as wide as she could. Paolo stepped just in front of her, and guided his thick meat in front of her mouth, and slipped it past her lips. “God, I’ve wanted to do this since you first signed up for my classes.” He grabbed the sides of her head in his big strong hands and started fucking her mouth. Each pump he burrowed deeper and deeper. Violet gagged and sputtered. She may have been a blowjob queen for years, but she has never had someone nearly this thick or long in her mouth. She could feel him breaking passed her esophagus and bulge her slender neck. Slobber began to pool under her chin with his assault. “You like that, don’t you. I know you do. Girls like you love to always having cocks in your mouths. That’s the only way to shut you up, having a nice thick cock in your mouth.” He pressed harder and harder and finally she felt his big hairy balls resting on her chin and her throat stretched to its limit. She couldn’t breathe and it constantly felt like her body was rejecting it, but he just held himself in place.

He unceremoniously pulled his cock out from her throat and it felt like she was puking. She breathed heavily trying to catch her breath, before a second round began. But it never came. Instead, he took the rest of his clothes off, his hairy chest personified the paradigm of manliness and grabbed a big shiny pair of scissors. He stepped up behind her and she braced herself for the stab. She felt a gentle tug and a snip and then a release as Paolo began to snip her hundred dollar dress away from her slim frame. He roughly pulled the cut cloth from under her, and she became keenly aware of how exposed she was now only in her thong lingerie and heels. The burning from the caning subsided and she felt a chill run over her body. Her face reddened but not from any beatings she felt mortified as all her flirting and teasing brought her here. She was stuck and had no choice but to submit, and live with this embarrassment.

Paolo approached her again, and smacked her in the face with his heavy member. It hurt more than she would. He rubbed his cock all over her pretty young face smearing her makeup, he mascara running down her cheeks from the brutal face fucking she received. “Lick my balls” he ordered.

“Yes Sir,” she complied and opened her mouth with her tongue sticking out as he smeared his hairy ball sack all over her tongue. He pulled back and forced himself back in her mouth, making her puff out her cheeks as he entered her. He went to the hilt a lot easier this time. Good, I think she’s almost ready. He pulled away from her, and went around behind. He gently braced himself on her ass as he lined himself up with her dripping wet hole. “You’re all wet, Ms. Evans, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like this.”

He wasn’t wrong. Despite her protestations, she was beginning to enjoy the force and humiliation. “Please, no Sir. I don’t think it’ll fit. You’re just too big.”

“Shut up,” was his only response in a rough voice as he pressed his glistening uncut cock into entrance. She felt herself stretch wide. It hurt and felt like it was tearing. She grimaced as he pressed into her, and gently rocked back and forth using her juices to lube her entrance. “That’s a good girl, let daddy in.” Man, she’s tight. Fuck. He eventually felt her yield and he was able to inch his way inside of her wet pussy. Halfway in, he grabbed her hips and pressed himself into her. Gyrating his hips and thrusting back and forth until finally he felt himself pressed against her soft cushions. “Are you ready to get fuck, Ms. Evans?”

She held her breath, uncomfortable from the sheer size of him being inside her, but knowing full well it was going to happen whether she was ready or not. “Yes, Sir,” she sputtered out, and braced for the assault.

“Good girl,” he raised his hand and gave a heavy spank CRACK on her right ass cheek, and like an engine being ignited, the flames from the palm print lit his piston and he ravaged her tight wet hole with abandon. He was hitting spots she didn’t even know existed, and she shrieked as he fucked her. CRACK a spank on the left side. CRACK back on the right. He pulled her hair and forced her head back. “How does my sweet doll, like being fucked by a real man? I see you flirting with those boys and they don’t know what to do with you. I’ll fill you up and wreck this pussy that you’ll never want for them again. He tugged tightly on her locks and placed his hand on the center of her back. He rampaged on her pussy from behind, and she felt it coming. The roaring elusive orgasm she’s been crying for. She wailed as his cock filled her and she felt her body tighten as it came across her. She felt herself fall apart, like time stood stick and crackled like broken glass, then into fine dust, and melted into a liquid that pooled onto the saw horse. Her limp body being assaulted, Dr. Giordano wrapped his big strong hands around her throat and slowly began squeezing her neck cutting of the flow of blood and oxygen. She had no energy to fight and her limp breathless body succumbed to his beck and call. Her face turns a dark shade of red, she saw spots and the blackness started to come over her.

He’d seen this enough and let go of her neck, just before she was about to pass out, he wanted her awake. She coughed and captured the precious oxygen that had escaped her. He slowed his strokes and gave three strong thrusts in her. He slinked away, and walked to the wall, grabbed a black satin fabric, twisted a strange candy looking machine, and a large looking paddle. He put the blind fold on over her eyes, and grabbed her head and rocked it to the side, and shoved something in her ear, and rocked her head roughly to the other side and stuffed her other ear. Soon she could hear or see anything at all except blackness and the sound of her own heart beating and breathing. She felt a gently touch on her back and she flinched form the surprise. She tried asking what he was going to do, but he spoke so softly she couldn’t hear. FIRE shot through her entire body from her ass, and a slapping thud was heard ricocheting through her body. She screamed, but it sounded like it only came from within. She felt his big warm hands caress her back, he held it in place in the center THUD she screamed again THUD THUD THUD THUD. Her ass afire, it felt like she had only been breathing out, her tears started up again and she could hardly contain herself as her sobbing became audible, she begged him to stop THUD, but to no avail THUD.

“Please stop, I’ll do anything you want, just please, no more,” she said through a vail of tears. THUD she screamed one last time. She felt something soft but firm touch her lips, the all too familiar feeling of skin from an erection pressed her lips. She eagerly sucked hoping it would stop the barrage of pain coming from behind her. It worked for a time as he now slid easily down her throat in and out, coating his cock in her spit. He pulled away from her and moved around behind her spread her ass cheeks apart and started massaging the now fiery flesh. The professor pulled her thong aside and pressed his face up against his puckered hole. She’d never felt this, but she knew about it. A few guys had asked it of her, but she thought assholes were gross and wanted nothing to do with it. Many boys had asked for anal, but she was never going to give that up. But feeling his tongue assaulting her hole, she understood why people might be into it. God it felt strange and hot at the same time. She felt something spatter on her cheeks and him spreading her ass apart again, she then felt the unthinkable. His hard head was pressing against her virgin ring, and the panic set in again.

“NO!!!” she cried. “PLEASE NO, ANYTHING BUT THAT! Beat me some more, I’m begging you!” She never got it all out as she felt him press hard into her backdoor, and she felt her most sacred treasure being defiled. The stretching she felt with her pussy was nothing compared to the excruciating pain she felt now. She screamed, and kicked, but her hands and legs failed to ward off the assault.

Her screams only served to make his manhood all the harder. He figured this little slut had already given up her anal cherry, but finding out that he’s the first. Well, she was his indefinitely now. He was going to have none of it knowing that he was the one to stake his claims. He firmly squeezed his veiny prick and pressed his head into her pink little puckered hole. She squirmed, and protested, begged and bargained. He pressed harder. He could see her asshole stretch open as the tip invaded her. Violet shrieked has she felt the head slip past her first ring.

The texture was exquisite. He could feel the short stubbles of new hair growing around her asshole as he held his position waiting for Violet to adjust to the novel experience. When she calmed a little, her sobbing did not, he pressed on. Past the second sphincter her wailing recycled and louder as his thick shaft began it advance to her inner sanctuary.

“PLEASE,” Violet sobbed, “I’ll do ANYthing! Just make it stop!”

“No, and you forgot what to call me!” a hard WHACK was followed by his demand. Violet just barely heard his demand.

“Sir, please! I’ll be good. I promise!”

Paolo wasn’t letting this go though. “Yes, you will be good, now take this dick you little fucking slut! You WILL be mine to use and pass around as I please!” With that he pressed firmly and his cock slid the rest of the way into Violet’s pressure gift, gone forever as she felt like she would split in two. The feeling of having to shit was very present, and not finding any relief. The blazing pain inside her with the huge dick inside her was excruciating. She let out a loud guttural shriek that came from the underworld escape her throat, as Paolo pulled his dick back, what felt like ten feet of dick inside her. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard back in her releasing another shriek. He quickened his pace and found the angle that would allow him to fuck her pretty little ass. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Paolo removed the ear plugs and mask from Violet.

“You are mine now, you dirty slut. Do I make myself clear?” Violet couldn’t respond from the reeling of pain she felt from her ass. “You will do as I tell you, when I tell you, immediately and without question, complaint or hesitation.” Violet’s head spun and she could hardly catch her breath from her screaming. Much to her surprise, the feeling of searing pain subsided gradually and crossfaded into a strange pleasure. Her shrieks slowly became that of pleasure, and the grunts were pleadings for more of his long uncut cock. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” Violet’s tiny voice finally found.

“What will you do?” Doctor Giordano assessed.

“Whatever you tell me to, when you tell me to, without hesitant, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He slid his cock all the way to the hilt. Violet grunted. He bent over Violet and released her hands from her manacles and nibbled on her delicate ear lobe. “Spread your ass cheeks apart, you fucking slut.”

She slowly reached back without hesitation. The strangeness of moving after not being able to move her hands for so long was working its way out of her limbs with each twitch of her muscles as she grasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide apart. He watched as her asshole pulled out and pushed in with his fucking and smiled a wicked smile.

“Who’s my good girl?”

“I am, Sir.”

“Where’s my cock?”

“It’s in my ass, Sir.”

“Yes it is. You like it there don’t you, whore?”

“Yes I do, Sir.”

“Good.” Paolo leaned in and with broad thrusts began fucking her wildly and ready to bring him to cumming. He could feel his balls start to churn and his already fat head swelling, the first globs of cum already dripping out of his cock. Violet felt him engorge inside her and braced for the flood of cum that was about to be inside her.

Professor Giordano gave a beastly yell as his cock exploded inside her. His thrust became quicker with the new lube present in her ass and he unloaded his load inside her. Spent but still hard he thrust once more deep inside her and pushed his cock around gyrating up against her firm young ass. Satisfied he unceremoniously tore his cock from her gaping hole and peered into his newest possession.

He got up, walked to the wall and walked back. Violet couldn’t see what he was doing, but she saw the bright white flashes of him taking pictures of her no-longer-a-virgin asshole. White cum was now dripping down as air left her causing farting noises and pushed his cum down and covered her hairless pussy. Doctor Giordano walked around to her face.

“Open,” he ordered as he pressed his cock up against her face. She suddenly realized what he wanted and tightly closed her mouth and resisted. Paolo quickly grabbed her by her hair and roughly pulled her head up, “OPEN!” he screamed at her. She opened her mouth and he shoved his still hard cock in her mouth. “Clean me up, real well, whore.” He began to fuck her face again. She could taste remnants of his cum and her musk on him. Satisfied, he walked around her to undo her feet from the restraints. He easily picked her up and carried her into his bedroom, stripped her and walked her into his overly large shower. He cleaned her up with a gentleness and tenderness not known earlier. Her limp and exhausted body not putting up any fight, he dressed her in a large fluffy white bathrobe, and lay with her on the bed. He held her firmly in his big strong hand and surly arms, kissed her forehead, “well done, my sweet little doll. You’ve pleased me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She mumbled in her sleepy voice.

“You can call me, ‘Daddy’ like this.” He warmly smiled

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded and sleep took over her.

Paolo’s house

She awoke alone, still dressed in the big fluffy bathrobe. She found a pot of coffee brewed with a tray of various creamers and a cup and note next to it. Meet me in the backyard with your coffee – xoxo. She filled her cup, and made her way to the glass backdoor. She saw him sitting at a bistro table with his own coffee and a plate of different fruits on the plate. He was reading a book, and there were papers on a clipboard on the side table. She turned the knob and he looked up.

“Good morning,” he beamed a wide smile at her, “I hope you slept well.”

“Yes, I did, thank you,” she stammered at first when she saw a grave expression cross his face and quickly added, “daddy.” His face quickly became cheery again.

“Please, have some breakfast.”

“Thank you, daddy,” she picked up a strawberry and took a bit of its sweet crunchy body.

“Did you enjoy what I had to show you last night?”

“I did, daddy. I was scared and in pain at first, but somehow it felt SO right eventually.”

“Good, would you like to continue this?”

She thought for a minute, and nodded, “Yes, daddy I think so.”

“Good girl. Read this over before you commit to anything.” He handed her the paperwork on the clipboard. There was a pen on the top of it.

“By reading this first line, you agree to a nondisclosure pact. Any breach of this agreement is subject to a $250,000 defamation claim, and anything spoken of it will be considered character assassination.” The document read in bolded and underlined lettering. Boy he really is all about passive legal agreements. She read on, the general contents of the agreement covering: con-non-con agreements, living arrangements, exercise regiments, non-disclosure written all over it, twenty-four hour control over her time, body, and behaviors. She is to call Doctor Paolo Giordano as either “Daddy” “Sir” “Master” or any other name he wishes to be called at the appropriate times as to not draw suspicions and break the nondisclosure agreements. She is to act as Doctor Paolo Giordano wishes, when he wishes, how he wishes twenty-four hours a day until the end of the contract. The contract is a one year time duration, with possibility of continuation for another year agreement. At the end of the year, the doll, will receive the full amount of $100,000, with a $50,000 increase for every year completed, up to the amount of no more than $250,000 per year.

Violet was stunned by this sudden proposition, she liked last night well enough. How could she NOT sign it? She readily signed it, and gave it back to him. He looked it over carefully, and smiled widely.

“Excellent, I’ll have movers bring your things over immediately. I’ll take care of the closing of your lease. You’ll be ceasing your schooling as of now.”

“But, daddy, how can I quit school? Don’t you want me to get a good education?”

Paolo looked at her with threatening eyes, but gave her the grace of her first day, “Sluts like you don’t need an education. You will have everything taken care of, and at the end of our contract, you may pick up your schooling, at a different university from the one I teach. But for now, you are mine to do as I please, and I think I’d like a blowjob, so get on your knees, and get to work.”

He lifted his coffee to his lips and opened his own robe revealing his dark, long uncircumcised cock, coiled like a snake in his lap. She looked down, and back into his waiting eyes. A quiet “yes, daddy,” rolled off her tongue as she sank to her knees and crawled over in front his lap. They locked eyes for a brief moment and he smiled devilishly. Up to $250,000 per year, she thought as she grasped his manhood and took him all the way down her throat.

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